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I stroke along her collarbone, and she doesn’t move away. If he wasn’t already dead, I’d split him in two with a chainsaw for what he did to Rose and her sister.
“You don’t have to,” I promise, inhaling the sweet scent of her vanilla shampoo. It smells like home. “We’ll fix this.”
“How can you be so sure?”
“Callen and Freddie are handling it,” I say. “They’re following a lead. They’re going to find them and make sure they’ll never hurt you.”
“But how do they know where to go?” She runs her small hand over my chest and rests it on my racing heart. “Callen’s not psychic, from what I can tell. The only thing he can predict is how to piss people off.”
“Trust me.” I lean in, and my mouth brushes against her plump lips for a second. “We’re good at what we do. We keep people safe, and you’re our number one priority.”
CHAPTER7
IVY
How are Freddie and Callen tracking the Killers Club? I can’t decide whether Seb is trying to reassure a helpless damsel in distress, or if he’s telling the truth. I wrap my arms around his neck to draw him in. I have to find out what he means.
“But how can they know?” I ask breathlessly, slipping my hand under his shirt and over his abs. Holy shit, they’re carved out of stone. “I need to feel safe, Seb.”
I don’t expect him to fall for my bullshit, but he does. Seb’s gaze softens like a doleful puppy. I’m overcome with that horrible feeling again. Guilt. What’s wrong with me? This is a mission. I have to get a grip. My insides can’t melt every time he looks in my direction. Zero emotion is one of our rules.
“Callen puts trackers in his bullets,” Seb’s voice comes out in a husky growl, deep with desire. “They’ll find them.”
It’s unlikely Tweedledum survived a gunshot to the chest. He’s the first agent fatality I’ve known under Alaric’s watch, which won’t be taken lightly. Following normal processes isn’t possible when you’re supposed to be dead already, so they’ll have taken his body straight to the crematorium and be long gone by now. But what will Freddie and Callen find when they get there?
Suddenly, Seb’s lips crash against mine with the force of a tsunami, almost knocking me off my feet and putting a stop to my musings.
I kiss him back, not only because I can’t blow my cover but because my entire body sizzles with excitement. His fingers expertly find the zip on my dress until I force myself to pull away.
You need to focus on business, Ivy!
“It’s Freddie, isn’t it?” Seb’s shoulders slump, noticing my distraction and jumping to conclusions. “You’re worried about him.”
“I…”
Is Seb right? I don’t care about what happens to Callen. They can turn him into a block of Emmental for all I care, but Freddie…
“It’s okay,” Seb murmurs. “You like him.”
“I hardly know him,” I stammer.
“But it’s different with him, isn’t it? I see how you look at each other,” he says. “I’ll make it easy for you. If you want out of our deal, if you want to pick him, then I won’t stand in your way.”
The mischievous sparkle in Seb’s eyes vanishes. He’s hurting. I should let him pull away. Keeping my distance from him is better for everyone. It’ll make what I have to do easier, but my subconscious desires override my logic, and I reach for his hand.
“Seeing Freddie again doesn’t change anything,” I say.Why are you letting these words come out? Control yourself, woman!“I’m not picking anyone.”
Seb’s eyebrows raise in surprise. “But I thought that—”
“A deal’s a deal,” I say, stepping closer. If I kill him in a few days, I won’t have to break it.
Seb’s body language changes instantly. His green eyes glitter as his pupils dilate, and he grabs my hips possessively.
“Freddie will be okay,” Seb reassures. “You don’t have to worry about him. He’s good at his job.”
I hope so, a little voice answers in my head, while another argues that he’s just another stranger I have to kill. Conflicting thoughts rattle around my head like dodgems bouncing off each other.
“It’s been a long day. I should go to bed,” I say, but don’t move.
