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“Don’t sign up for a marathon anytime soon,” I say, rolling my eyes. “What’s your prize for finding me?”
He puffs out his chest as if to prove how masculine he is and places his hands on his hips in a power stance. “If you’re not going to hurt him, why are you here?”
“I wanted to make sure Bram was okay with my own eyes,” I say. “You’re not the only one with trust issues.”
“I’ve never given you a reason not to trust me,” Seb mumbles, turning his back on me to make a call after his text must have gone unanswered.
“I don’t trust anyone,” I snap. “Not anymore…”
If the Killers Club could get away with deceiving me for years, I don’t think I’d ever be able to trust anyone again.
CHAPTER 18
FREDDIE
Iget a good view of the grounds from the tower window. It’d be impossible to miss a woman in a dressing gown racing across the dull, bleak landscape. Apart from the dirt road, there’s nothing around for miles, and Ivy would die from the elements if she managed to sneak past Torean’s gunmen.
“Fuck!” I take out my frustration on a nearby coat rack, kicking it and knocking it over. If Torean expects me to cover any damages, he can go to hell after what he did to Ivy.
We’ve been searching for fifteen minutes, and there’s no sign of her. She can’t have gone far. I never should have let her out of my sight. Why did I think plastering her knees and letting her take a bath was a good idea? She already thinks we’re gullible idiots, and yet again, she’s found a way to throw an act of kindness back in my face. I don’t know why I’d expect anything less.
My buzzing phone draws me out of my frenzy, and I pause, leaving the coat rack splintered in two.
“What?” I snap down the line.
“I’ve found her,” Seb replies breathlessly. “She’s with Bram.”
How did she get past us? I break into a run, taking three stairs at a time. Callen’s up ahead, his hair flowing behind him as he does the same.
We both storm into Bram’s room to find Ivy sitting next to him and holding his fucking hand!
I point at her in accusation. “You said you wouldn’t run!”
“And I didn’t,” she replies smugly. “I’m still here, aren’t I?”
“Now might be a good time for that interrogation, boss,” Callen says.
“Are you going to throw me back into the dungeon like a naughty child?” Ivy asks. She crosses her legs and makes circular motions with her ankles, causing the chain to twirl. “Or can I stay up with the big boys a little longer?”
I grab a chair and pull it across the room to sit opposite her. It’s the first time we’ve all been in the same room since we were reunited.
“That depends on whether you answer our questions,” I reply, trying to stay levelheaded. “We want you to tell us about the Killers Club.”
“What do you want to know?” She yawns, but I don’t miss how her hand squeezes Bram’s a little tighter. “You’re going to have to be more specific, Freddie.”
Seb perches at the end of Bram’s bed while Callen stands in front of the door, guarding the exit. None of us will take our eyes off her from now on. There’s nowhere she can hide.
“What happened when you and Bram were locked up together?” Callen asks.
I glare at him. “I’m asking the questions.”
“They gave us a challenge,” Ivy answers him. “The last person left alive wins.”
“And you’re both still breathing?” Callen scratches his chin. “Interesting. From how you’re holding his hand, it looks like you unsheathed Bram’s cock instead of a knife.”
“You’re disgusting,” she hisses. “You sick fu—”
“Enough!” I interrupt, although the information was more interesting than I expected, leaving me curious about what else happened between them when they were alone. I return my attention to important matters and ask, “How long have you been a Killers Club agent?”
