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"And I hate that he did that," I say. "But me and Maddox...we have a connection that I can't deny."
Zane swallows hard, shaking his head like he's trying to shrug off the bad feelings. "I'll never like him."
"You don't have to," I reply. "You're my first--my first mate, the one Ichosebefore anyone else. You were the one who rescued me and kept me safe through my heat. The one who made it clear I had to want you before you would so much as touch me. That doesn't just go away."
"So what now?" he asks.
"I want to talk to him," I say. "As soon as possible. He might know something we can use."
"Do you want me there?"
I nod, touching his face. "Always."
I hear the latch turn in the door, and I roll over to find Carson stepping through. Zane sits up, the blankets falling around his waist, and I glance back just to admire his tattooed torso--his piercings, his muscles, the ink swirling over his skin. Meanwhile, Carson seems to be admiring me, kneeling and crawling across the bed to take me in his arms.
He kisses me deeply, his fingers tangled in my hair as Zane's hand brushes up and down my spine.
"Fuck," Carson curses. "I came down here to talk business...but now I just want to get back into bed."
I laugh against his lips. "Pretty sure we've got a revolution to plan and a prisoner to deal with."
"That's what I came down here for," Carson sighs. "Maddox is down in the brig and says he has intel...but he'll only give it to you."
"What kind of intel?" Zane asks.
"Safehouse locations, defense plans, and passcodes," Carson says. "Stuff that could speed up our plans to take down the ACB for good."
I nod, knowing what I have to do.
"Take me to him," I say. "But both of you...I want privacy."
"No fucking way," Zane mutters right away.
"Trust me," I say. "Please. I'll bring my knife in there so I'm armed, and I know you'll be right outside the door. Oh...and I need a notebook and something to write with."
Carson's brows shoot up.
"You think you can get that much out of him?" he asks.
I smirk. "Yeah...I think I can get everything."
We all get dressed and head down to the brig, where I can smell the scent of blood as soon as we walk through the main door. All the cells are empty but one--where Jack's scent wafts through over the reek of copper. He smells like tobacco and musk, and it draws me in even though I know he's injured.
"Notebook?" I ask, holding my hand out to Carson.
He hands me the notebook and pen, and I tuck them into my back pocket--right next to where I have the knife holstered.
"We'll be right outside," Zane says, taking me by the shoulders. "Just shout if you need help."
"You know I will," I murmur, then stand on my tip-toes to press a kiss to his lips. "I love you, Zane."
It's the first time I've said the words, and Zane's eyes widen when he hears them. He responds instantly, though, sweeping me in for a deeper kiss, his big hands on my waist.
"I love you too, Kendra," he murmurs.
I look over my shoulder at Carson, but he doesn't look like he expects the same...even if I can feel that he wants it. He just jerks his head over his shoulder, gesturing at the cell door.
"He's ready for you," he says.
