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She must be out of it, because she doesn’t even stir when I step closer to her, looking her over.
Even in the dim light of the basement, she looks sexy as hell. Her dress has ridden up, showing off her long legs, smooth thighs, and tattoos, and there’s a lot of cleavage on display too. Her hair’s a mess, but the silvery color looks good on her.
There’s dried blood on the side of her face from where Gage hit her, and it catches my attention more than anything else. I step closer, breathing her in, and then lean in to drag my tongue up the side of her temple, licking the blood from her face.
It’s sharp and coppery, and I lick my lips, watching her face as she snaps awake with wild eyes.
She lunges, trying to bite me, and I grin, catching her jaw in one hand and pushing her head back against the wall with ease.
“Now that’s not nice,” I say in a teasing voice, grinning at her with her blood probably still staining my teeth a bit.
“What do you want?” she snaps, her dark blue eyes narrowed. She’s trying to get her calm back, but I can feel the way her heart hammers, making her pulse beat faster under my hand. It’s a dead giveaway that she’s startled, like a little deer in headlights.
“I’m just visiting,” I tell her.
“Are you here to interrogate me like the other two?” she asks. “Because I’ll give you the same thing I gave them. Jack shit.”
She’s feisty, and I grin wider. “No, not at the moment. If Gage decides that I should interrogate you, though, you won’t like it very much.”
I glance over to the side of the room where my cabinet and workbench are. The cabinet doors are shut now, but the inside is full of neatly arranged tools of torture. Everyone gives me shit for my bedroom being a mess, but I keep my tools neat and tidy, so that I can use them when I need them.
She follows my gaze and seems to get the point. Smart girl.
I expect there to be more fear, more anger, in her expression. Some kind of reaction I’m familiar with that goes along with how most people react when they realize the situation they’re in.
But instead she grins right back at me, feral around the edges.
“I’ve played this game before,” she tells me in a low voice. “I’ve been hurt before. I know you’re gonna kill me no matter what, so I’m not giving you what you want.”
Huh. Definitely not what I was expecting.
The look in her eyes tells me she’s not lying. She’s no stranger to being hurt, maybe even tortured, and she’s come through it well enough to be sitting here in front of me.
There’s something sexy about that. About her showing no fear. She thinks she’s not going to make it out of here, and she’s still not backing down, not showing her neck.
I use the hold on her chin to tip her head to one side, forcing her to show it to me anyway. It’s not the same, but there’s something satisfying about how much bigger I am than her, how easy she is to move physically, even if she won’t be moved to talk without more force.
“You’d be hard to crack, I bet,” I murmur, leaning in to let my voice drag over her skin like my eyes. “I’d have to use the special tools for you. Maybe make you beg for it first.”
“You could try,” she spits out. “You wouldn’t be the first.”
She throws the words in my face to try to shake my confidence, but I just grin back at her.
“I was wrong about you, little fox,” I say. “You’re tougher than I expected.”
There’s no deer in the headlights here. She’s a predator in her own right, but that still won’t help her here. My brothers and I are at the top of the food chain.
I tighten my fingers on her chin, letting her feel the strength there. “But you’re in the wolves’ den now. And little foxes don’t survive when they go up against wolves.”
