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She knew what I was, and still she asked the question.
Her sea-glass eyes found mine in the dark, and in them, I saw a resolve few of the strongest men I knew possessed.
My Ghost wanted to know if she could handle me alone.
Maybe almost as much as I wanted to know it.
“Nah,” I said, my lips turning up of their own accord. “Come back to the Nest with me. Have a drink. One of the others will drive you back to the Hall later.”
“Why?”
“Do you have whiskey in your room?”
She shook her head.
“I do.”
She pursed her lips as though to saycan’t argue with that,giving a small one shoulder shrug. “Okay, but I’m not sleeping in that closet of a room. Either you drive me back later or I’ll walk back myself.”
“It’s settled then. I’ll keep an eye on her. It’ll be fun, won’t it, Ghost?”
Grey’s hand tensed on the wheel, and Corvus chewed on my words, his jaw grinding through the side view mirror as I finished my smoke.
Ava Jade gave a low chuckle, settling back into her seat as Grey drove us past the turn off to Briar Hall and around to the road running parallel to its grounds, around and up the mountainside.
The five-minute drive was tense, but when we got to the Nest, that tension broke as Ava Jade hopped out of the Rover. Like she was going to visit an old friend, not off to spend a few hours with a man who’d lost count of how many other men he’d killed.
This girl…
I shook my head as I stepped out of the Rover. The things I wanted to do to her. What would it take to make her scream? To make her beg?
Would she ever?
Or would she die silently? Resolute in her desire to not give in?
Mmmm…
Fuck.
“Rook,” Grey called from his window, and I paused as Ava Jade went up to the front door.
“Yeah, Brother?”
He struggled with what to say, but I saw the truth of what he wished he could say written all over his face.Don’t hurt her.
No.Worse than that.
If you hurt her, you’ll be hurting me.
It stung.
Just as much as the watchful stare of Corvus from the opposite seat. A warning stare.
Where was the trust?
I’d admit I hadn’t earned it, at least not in this respect, but still.
She was taking the trials. A Saint to be. A Crow in girl’s clothing.
