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A savior.
His.
I rested my forehead against his shoulder, my arms clinging to him as he held me up while I tried to gather myself.
He set me down, letting me fall a little before he steadied me.
Neither of us said anything.
My heart in my throat, I broke the silence first. “Tell me about your day.”
I waited for him to tell me about his day. Why he beat up his piano and sought refuge inside me. He didn’t say anything.
Instead, he wrapped an arm around me, scooped me up as I wrapped my legs around him, carried me back into his penthouse to his room, and tossed me onto his bed.
I opened my mouth to speak. I had his cum dripping down my thighs, my satin shorts on the floor in the hallway, and the scent of sex all over my body. I couldn’t sleep like this or in a bed with him.
Bastian cut my words off with a shake of his head, tore off his clothes until he stood in front of me in his boxers, and sank onto the bed until he hovered above my body.
He stared at me, looked me in my traitorous eyes, and whispered, “You’re the only good thing about my day.”
And for a second, as he ignored the ebbing redness of my tear-stained eyes and I pushed aside his grief over his uncle, I pretended I didn’t have any duties, I’d never lied to this man, I didn’t know anything about his missing uncle, I was not his Apate, and I was normal.
That nothing tainted me and this crazy, fucked up man.
Nothing stopped us from being each other’s.
Chapter
Twenty-Seven
Love is the bane of honor, the death of duty.
GEORGE R.R. MARTIN
ARIANA DE LUCA
Days Missing: 3
I remembered the words Wilks had taught me my first day as a legend.
This job is about patience. It’s about molding yourself into someone else. You flatline. Become dull. No threat.
Then, you look for weaknesses. Because your enemy is still a human being. One weakness is all you need.
Their weakness gives you hope, and your hope is the only thing you need for strength.
It wasn’t hope I felt as I considered Bastian’s grief.
Like a gentleman—his version—he’d wiped himself off me with a wet towel last night before showering and joining me in bed.
He’d been asleep since I’d woken up with his arm slung around me.
I stayed as still as I could because he looked exhausted, and I knew he needed his strength to search for his uncle I knew in my soul he wouldn’t find.
I toiled over the guilt, debating my options.
I needed to turn in my badge, but I couldn’t bring myself to leave Tessie. Not with her uncle missing, and everyone in her life searching for him.
