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Now I’m becoming one of them.
I walk through the first floor, my nerves on edge, my shoulders tense. The crowd practically parts for me, as usual.
Hesitating at the stairs to the second floor, I roll my neck and look up. Thirteen steps between Blue and me, and I don’t want to climb even one of them.
I should never have brought her to my house…
Now she’s wrapped up in my life whether I like it or not. Just another chess piece on the Inferno’s fucked-up board. My escape has been ripped from me and infected by the bullshit, which means beyond this favor I’ll ask tonight, I’ll no longer have a use for her.
I may as well consider Blue gone because now she’s a problem to be solved just like everything else—another person to be manipulated.
It was never my intention. But she won’t see it that way. The only hope I have is that I’ll luck out, Blue won’t like Brinley that much and she won’t put up a fight over what we’re asking.
Another deep breath then I stomp up the stairs, my eyes meeting a violet gaze instantly.
She doesn’t wait a second before opening her cage door to run down the stairs.
Blue passes Granger without bothering to look his direction. Her eyes are for me only, and what I see in them breaks my heart.
Excitement.
Hope.
Relief.
All of Blue’s emotions are crushing down on me like ten-ton weights.
Her black angel wings bounce behind her as she runs to me, takes me by the hand, and pulls me toward the back rooms.
Picking the only door that’s open, she walks in ahead of me then waits for me to close it.
“Where have you been, Champ? I was starting to get the feeling that I’ll never see you again.”
Hoping to avoid answering those questions, I run a curious eye around the room.
“Interesting choice tonight.”
Blue follows the direction of my stare then snorts.
“Unintentional, I assure you.”
There’s a St. Andrews cross on one wall and a padded, pleather bench in the center of the room. A plethora of toys hang from a rack, but it’s all cutesy shit. Nothing that would leave too bad a mark.
Easing my way over to it, I pluck a crop off the wall.
“I’m not against using this, but you don’t strike me as the type who likes spankings.”
“Then you haven’t been paying attention,” she answers, my brow arching as I turn to her. “And it was the only room left.”
Blue’s arms are crossed over her chest. It makes her cleavage push out of the corset top she wears, and I suddenly regret getting Priest involved.
I’ll tear him a new one as soon as I see him again.
But in for a penny, in for a pound. If I’m losing Blue tonight, I might as well make the most of it.
“Take off your top.”
She shakes her head. “Not until you answer my questions.”
