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“You killed Jason and Malcolm!”
“They were a threat to you. Winnie is a source of love. I would never take away a source of love and joy for you, Paigelynn.” Tenderness fills his voice, sudden and strange.
I want more of it. What do I need to say to get more of that tone from Cam?
“Jason was a father to me.”
“Jason waspaidto belikea father to you. Don’t you dare forget it.”
“Paid? Yes, of course. In the real world, our members must have money to survive. But he was a believer!”
“He was. And now he’s dead because those beliefs were about to lead to you being handed off to The Basher.”
“Who is this Basher? You could be lying to me.”
“Everyone lies to you exceptme, Princess.” Gently, he reaches for Winnie, putting her on the ground. Then he touches my waist.
I step back. My heart is playing drums on my ribs. My stomach tightens.
My thighs tingle.
“Arms out.”
“What?”
He raises his own arms, turning his body into a T. “Arms out. Like this.”
“Why?”
“I need to search you.”
“Search me? For what?”
“Weapons.”
“Weapons? I told you I don’t have weapons!”
“We’ll see about that.”
And then his hands, those big, strong, flat palms, are on my ribs, fingertips grazing my breasts, and I gasp.
Need rises up in me, more of that sickening need, as he touches me, those warm hands sliding down to my waist, back up to my armpits, sliding along the skin of my arms like he’s smoothing out all my imperfections. When he glides down my back, he pats my ass, fingers roaming, enjoying himself.
“Finding what you’re looking for?”
He chuckles.
As I tingle all over, wet heat forming between my legs, I turn away from the corpses right there, wondering how I can be aroused by Cam after what he’s done. Is he right? Did Jason and Malcolm betray me? If so, I should be deeply grateful to Cam for finding me and saving me.
But who do I trust? Jason, the man who was so paternal for so long? So many years?
Or Cam, my king. My savior. My –
Future executioner?
“Did you really have to kill Jason?” I ask, my throat going tight as Winnie wanders into the living room, studiously avoiding the pool of blood.
“Do you know what The Basher does to women he’s told to target?”
