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“I’m not talking about the box. I’m talking about the temper tantrum you’re throwing.” On reflex, I step aside when she throws the hammer in her hand at my head.
“You’re a real asshole, you know that?” she shouts, her cheeks growing red.
“I’ve been called worse.” I shrug. I should stop baiting her, but fighting with her is too much fun.
“God! You’re impossible. Don’t you see what you’ve done?” she yells.
“What have I done?” I question evenly, keeping my expression blank, even though I’m burning up inside, needing to pick her up, drape her body over my lap, and give her the good spanking she needs to snap out of this shit.
“You… You…”
“I what?” I demand.
“You took me out of there with no fucking warning!” she shouts, getting up from her knees and marching toward me like a bull ready to fuck up a china shop. “You took me out, and now everyone will be looking for me,” she adds, jamming her finger in my chest.
“They won’t,” I deadpan.
She scoffs and takes a step back, crossing her arms over her chest to mimic my stance. “They will. At least Maeve will.”
Now it’s my turn to scoff. “You think anyone cares about a fucking runaway? You think that woman cares? You’re just another drop in the bucket. Another casualty of the system. No one fucking cares. No one!” I shout in her face a little too loudly.
I’m waiting for her to explode on me, but the opposite happens, surprising the hell out of me. Zoey bridges the small distance between us, wraps her arms around my waist, and rests her head on my chest.
“There are still good people in the world, my wolf. You don’t have to bare your teeth at everyone. Sometimes it’s okay to just let people in and help you. You just have to let them.”
It’s only when she tightens her hold on me that I realize my whole body is trembling with rage. I close my eyes and wrap my arms around her, letting her soothing scent invade my senses.
“Not all people are good, little doe,” I whisper when I feel more in control of myself.
“And not all people are bad either,” she retorts affectionately, lifting her head to crane it back just so she can look at me.
I run my thumb over her lower lip, my cock instantly hardening with the way she’s looking at me like she wants to save me. The thing is, with each passing day Zoey is in my life, I feel like she already is.
“Ah, good. You’ve kissed and made up. Bravo.” Hale claps when he enters the room. “Now since that’s over with, how about we see what the fuck is in that box?”
With my eyes still on Zoey, I lean down and kiss the tip of her nose. “I’ll get my blowtorch,” I reply, pulling away from our embrace to fetch it.
Not twenty minutes later, I successfully open the safe and am rewarded with a little black book inside.
“Is that what I think it is?” Hale mutters, salivating at the find.
“It’s a ledger,” I explain, flipping through the pages and seeing familiar nicknames right beside the actual names and addresses of the clientele that frequent the group home.
I scroll through the entire book, looking for the general, but stop when I see another old nightmare’s name—Master.
“You’ll like this. I promise that you’ll love it.”
The eerie voice comes to me as if the man himself is right here in this room with us, and panic immediately takes over, as if I’m still trapped in that small room.
“Ghost, you okay over there?” Hale asks, sounding almost concerned.
“Take my hand, sweet boy, and look into my eyes. This is going to feel good. I promise you.”
“Gray?” I hear Zoey call out, taking the book out of my shaking hands.
“Let me help you with these clothes, sweet boy. They can’t protect you now.”
“Ghost, you’re freaking me out,” Hale pleads as I start hyperventilating.
