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“Don’t take me back. Just kill me,” I whisper. “Please just kill me instead.”
The arm tightens around me a second before it presses me hard against a male chest. He doesn’t kill me. Doesn’t even respond, just lifts me and carries me away.
I close my eyes, hating myself for my weakness. But hating my inability to fight back even more.
28
KADE
Ilose the shifter’s scent at the end of an alley, feet from where he must’ve had a car parked up waiting to pick him up—and Lily when he got her. Because he walked into the Cerberus for a reason, and Lily’s reaction made it clear what that reason was.
Not Lily. Aden called her Saige. So she must trust him enough that she told him her real name.
Wonder when that happened.
Something that feels sharp and prickly rubs up against me at the thought. Nothing on the street but inside me.
Am I jealous? Of Aden?
Mona, you fucked us up something bad.
Sticking to the darkest shadows outside the bar, I creep toward the entrance, keeping my body low to the ground.
The two security guards no longer stand at the entrance. They’d been on their way inside to speak with Dariel when I stalked toward them on my way out. But one look at my bloody face, a firm shake of my head, and they said they’d be back tomorrow.
Smart men.
Dariel will spend the rest of the night with his office door locked as he fights back the wolf bursting to get out of him. I should care that it’s my fault, but I don’t. Especially not tonight. And it wasn’t like he didn’t get a couple of hits in.
But that’s our new normal.
It’s been that way for so long now that I can barely remember the time we ran as wolves. Years ago, I think. Before we met Mona.
Since he refuses to talk about it, all Aden and I have are assumptions. I say his issues are to do with the family he hangs up on whenever they call. Aden thinks it’s because he needs to find a mate, which would make sense if my wolf was going feral as well, but he’s not.
Whatever the reason, it’s not normal. You don’t cage an animal because of what it can do to its mind, and right now I’d say Dariel’s wolf is crazy or is as close to it as to make no difference. Before, his wolf was as cool as the man. Now the man is getting to be as wild and feral as the wolf.
But Dariel is a problem for another day.
I fix my gaze on the closed black doors.
I don’t have long to wait.
Barely two minutes pass before the door slowly opens and a familiar figure in a white shirt and black pants steps out, cradling a slender figure in his arms.
Saige.
Her eyes are closed, and although she has her face pressed against his chest, I can still track the tears sliding down her pale cheeks, wetting his shirt.
The terror clinging to her is impossible to miss. It bleeds from her pores. A fine tremor shakes her body and I don’t know if what I’m looking at is shock or something else.
Aden’s compressed lips and deeply furred brow warns it’s something else.
Damaged but not broken.
From what I can see, I’m not sure about the not broken part.
She crawled on her hands and knees to get away from the shifter who entered the bar. If someone scares you, you run or you scream. Sometimes both. She did neither.
