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“No, I don’t fucking understand. What I do understand is that some fucknut is out there wanting to kill my woman. Then there is the bastard who splattered our faces all over the internet in some fucking fit of jealousy.”
“Splattered more than that,” Freyja snickered.
Slamming my hand down on the table, I roared, making all three of my sister’s flinch. “This isn’t fucking funny, Freyja. The woman I love. The woman you three witches drilled into me that the universe handpicked for me is out there, alone and in danger. Now where the fuck is she?”
“She’s not alone, Dimeter,” Phoebe whispered. “Devlyn’s with her.”
“Oh, that makes everything perfect, right?” I sneered. “Wrong. Some jag-off broke into Devlyn’s apartment earlier today, mistaking her for Henley. Please. Enough of this shit. Where is Henley?”
“She’s at my apartment,” Bailey admitted, walking down the stairs, with King beside her, smiling like a fucking lunatic. I couldn’t decipher the look my brother was sporting. It was one I’d never seen before. And while I was curious, I didn’t have time to poke and prod.
I needed to find Henley.
Getting to my feet, Pheobe whispered, “Dimeter. They are the same man.”
“What?”
“The one who is threatening Henley is the same man who did the live feed.”
“How do you know that, Phoebe?” Bailey asked.
My sister shrugged her shoulders. “Just do. But, Dimeter, you don’t have to worry about him. He’s about to learn that revenge is a dish best served sweet.”
Chapter Thirty-One
Henley
A gentle hand caressed my face, waking me.
Turning into the warmth, I sighed. “I was just dreaming about you.”
“Oh yeah? And what did you dream?”
“That you had me tied up to the bed.”
“Already loving this dream, Princess. What else?”
I blushed. “There may have been a blindfold and some whipped cream.”
Scribe laughed loudly. “Definitely love this dream. Let me see what I can do to make it a reality.”
“I thought you’d be here sooner.”
“Well, Princess, in my defense, your girls gave me and the others the runaround. They are all lucky to be breathing.”
I smirked at that.
“Who told you?”
“Bailey.”
“Never thought she’d be the one to cave.”
“How are you feeling?”
“I’m not in any pain.”
“No, Henley,” he muttered. “About everything?”
