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“Don’t let him win, Gray.” She hisses through clenched teeth, leaning in closer. “The past is the past. We can’t change what happened. Now we focus on the future and that means making sure they are all gone. He is gone. Okay?”
I nod, knowing she is right.
“I’m sorry. I don’t…” I trail off, feeling like shit for letting my rage consume me.
“No.” She presses her free hand to my face, right where she slapped me. “None of us need to be sorry. They are the ones that need to be sorry, and the only way for them to atone is to suffer at our hands before we end their lives.”
“Here fucking here.” Sully agrees, releasing my wrist, and the others follow, freeing me.
Zoe climbs off me, and Munroe unwinds his arms before I roll off the big guy, feeling fucking ashamed.
It’s then that I realize I’m fucking stark naked.
“You’re lucky we love you.” Munroe chuckles, obviously reading my expression, and Tex agrees.
“I don’t think I’ve ever been that up close and personal with your nuts before, Prez.”
Zoe giggles, but it’s Slasher who reminds us that we have a situation.
“Where did the picture come from?”
Glancing at Zoe as I find my pants and slip them on, I gesture my head to the kitchen.
“It was on the fridge.”
“It wasn’t there earlier,” Zoe murmurs, squeezing her fist tighter around the picture.
Slasher’s dark gaze meets mine. “Nothing was detected on the cameras. Do you think we have another mole?”
I shrug. “I’d like to think we don’t, but then how the fuck did it get on my fridge?”
We all fall silent, and I wonder if the others are thinking what I’m thinking.
Fuck! If we have another fucking rat amongst our ranks, I will burn them alive!
Zoe
Hands hold me down and I’m unable to move. I can’t even open my mouth to scream for help. Not that it’ll help, it never does.
Breathe, Zoe.
I keep telling myself to breathe, but I’m incapable of anything but shallow breaths as an unknown weight holds me down, pinning me to the body behind me.
Breathe, Zoe. Just breathe.
My eyes fly open, and at first I’m confused about where I am. Then I notice the fucking mess Gray made of the apartment. Shattered glass and splintered wood swept into one of the corners, but the broken furniture and other stuff still litter the floor.
Gray…
Yes, we fell asleep on the couch. It’s his breath tickling my skin and his arms wrapped tightly around me.
I crane my head and look at him over my shoulder. He looks so peaceful in his sleep. His long, dark eyelashes caress his cheekbones, and there’s no trace of the toll the war with the Reapers—with Gunner—is taking on him. No unbidden creases or divots in his skin. It’s completely smooth.
“I can feel you watching me,” he says, the remnants of sleep adding gravel to his tone.
Okay, so I guess he’s awake.
“I likewatching you,” I answer easily. “Did you know the furrow between your brows is gone when you’re asleep?”
