Page 45 of Pretty Little Thief

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There’s a tapping on the side of my face that makes my head pound. “Robyn!”

My eyes spring open, dancing between the two of them. “Wh-what happened?” I ask, trying to shake the dizziness from my head. I look to my right and stiffen, realizing I’m nestled in Tristan’s lap, his arms wrapped tightly around me.

Dominic looks down at me with a frown. His brows are scrunched together, shooting me a knowing look. “You weren’t paying attention and got knocked on your ass,” Dom says, rudely. Tristan punches him in the shoulder, then his eyes lock on mine. He pulls me closer, flashing a wicked grin at Dom.

Is he trying to poke the bear? We all know that’s not the smartest idea.

“Can you stand?” Tristan asks with a chuckle, his eyes never leaving Dom.

“I think so,” I say as Dominic grabs my hands, pulling me away from Tristan and helping me to my feet.

My eyes go in search of Koa as I’m dusting myself off. I see her beautiful black mane in the distance. Stalking off in her direction, I see movement beneath the fog. My eyes squint, trying to get a good look at what is heading straight for us.

“Tris, Dom!” I panic. I’ve been waiting for another attack, but at least this time I’m a little more prepared than last.

They draw their weapons, putting themselves between me and the two riders veiled with hooded capes as they quickly approach. My stomach sinks once more.

The crows. The hood. The voice.

Gripping Dom’s hip, I pull his dagger from its sheath at his side and steady myself.

The riders kick up dust, clouding our vision. They pull back on the reins, their horses simultaneously rearing up before tromping back to all fours.

Quickly hopping off their horses and moving toward us, I feel the tension rising. My heart pounds against its cage, waiting for the attack I’ve been anticipating.

The men approach, shoving off their hoods, and I blow out a long breath of relief.

They’re back.

I drop the dagger, and my feet pound the dirt as I make my way to them. Once I’m close enough, I leap, knowing one of them will catch me.


Callum steps in front of Greyson and catches me midair. My arms and legs wrap around him instantly, holding on to him with everything I’ve got.

“Miss me, sunshine?” he asks, pulling me deeper into him.

I nuzzle my face into his neck, breathing him in. “More than you’ll ever know.”

He chuckles when someone clears their throat.

Shit! Greyson.

Callum reluctantly drops me to my feet. I move to Grey; he looks at me with narrowed eyes, unsure of what’s going on or what to do. I shrug, throwing my arms around his neck. He isn’t warm and welcoming like Cal, nope, just the opposite.

He stiffens as I pull him to me. The move about rips my heart out. I don’t know why. I can’t explain it, but it feels like rejection. So I take a moment to be happy he’s safe and he’s here, then I let him go. Dropping my arms, I turn to walk away, but his arm shoots out, pulling me back to him.

Only he doesn’t take me in his arms like I thought he would, he spins me around to face him. His eyes burn with confusion and a little bit of desire. I can see it. I can feel the heat between us and the tug of my heart.

Locked in a stare off, I finally decide to make the first move. My hand hovers above his chest in an unspoken question, butlike a bolt of lightning, he reaches out and grabs my arm to stop me, scorching my flesh everywhere our bodies touch.

“What are you doing?” he whispers. His eyes move from me to the men behind me, then back to me. His brows furrow. His lip twitches, and if I’m not mistaken, he looks almost disappointed. But why?

My eyes don’t leave his, the words trapped inside me, but I’m not sure what it is yet. I just needed to be close to them. To feel them. To know they were real and safe and with me.

Why won’t he let me? Did I do something? My eyes search for an answer, but he’s blocking me out. The only thing I see is a man holding back. But what is he holding onto? And why is he putting distance between us?

Finally when my thoughts consume me, I shut my eyes. No longer wanting to feel this abandonment seeping inside me. Does he not get it? Does he not see they are all I have left in this world? If I don’t have them, I have nothing.