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“Give me a break. I’m not like Stellan; I can fuck another girl.”
What? Stellan couldn’t stand to be with anyone but me?
“And yet, you haven’t.” Remington threw himself into his chair and grinned at his friend. His fingers danced over the keyboard.
“I’m going to breakfast,” Cain said.
Remington went still, staring at the screen ahead of him. “Okay.” His voice sounded flat and dead. “I’ll be right there.”
Maybe he didn’t like what he was involved in. I chewed my lip, wondering if there was any way he could be an unwilling participant. But I couldn’t let myself turn stupid and weak for these guys. I’d been too trusting with them already…and that was how I’d ended up covered in blood. I’d fallen for their bullshit once. Never again.
My version of Occam’s Razor: the worst answer is probably the right one.
Cain cocked his head to one side. “You all right?”
“Golden.”
Cain looked unconvinced, but he left. Remington buried his face in his hands, then got up. He quickly dressed in jeans and a dark t-shirt that clung over his shoulders, then tucked a handgun into a holster at the small of his back before he pulled on a thick wool sweater that hid the gun. Then he went out.
Fuck.Fuck.Remington was going to be armed. Ideally, I’d have to get the kid away without him seeing me at all.
I crawled out from under the bed and went to the safe in the closet where Remington had taken his gun, but it was locked. It would be nice if the man were a bit more careless; I could pick my way through a lot of doors, but I couldn’t beat the safe.
I headed into the hallway and made my way down the hall, trying to move quietly, because I needed to get out of the house without the guys seeing me.
Just as I walked past Stellan’s door, it opened.
Fuck my life.
“Delilah?” Stellan stood there with rumpled hair and a look I couldn’t quite make sense of. He looked like he was the one who had the nightmares.
“What?” I put all my disdain into my voice, but worse, all my boredom.
Stellan hurt me the worst when he betrayed me.
But why couldn’t I stand to punish him?
I saw his sister’s face when I looked at him. That’s what I kept telling myself.
Stellan winced, then raked his hand through his hair, as if my tone had actually bothered him. “Come in here.”
He stepped back from the door. I shouldn’t be as much of my own curiosity’s bitch as I am, but I walked inside.
“I haven’t been in here since we slept together,” I observed as I walked inside, because my life had sucked too much for me to feel the need to filter my thoughts. “Oh, the memories.”
Stellan sighed. “You’re not going to make this easy.”
“I’m not going to make this easy? What exactly do you want from me, Stellan?”
“I want to make a deal with you.”
This should be good. “What, exactly, is your deal?”
“Just tell me where she’s buried.” His voice was calm, the same Stellan I’d grown up with who was the cool, unshakeable tall athlete that every girl worshiped. But there was something feral and dangerous in his eyes. “That’s all I need to know, Aurora. Just help me bring her home.”
“I don’t know where she is, Stellan.”
I moved to go around him, and he grabbed my shoulders, pushing me against the wall. His big body dominated me, but no matter how hard his fingers bit into my shoulders, his eyes gave away how lost he was.
