Page 89 of Virtue


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“You go first,” he repeats. “Toss a question at me, lamb.”

I have a million of them, but I blurt out the one that feels pressing now. “The night I fell, you were you on your way to club, weren’t you?”

He nods. “Yes.”

“Can I ask a follow up question before you ask one?”

He smiles. “You just did. It’s my turn.”

“Dammit.” I purse my lips. “Fair is fair. Ask away.”

“Were you planning on fucking someone at the club the night you came face to face with the devil?”

“The night I fell?” I reframe it. “I’m honestly not sure. Curiosity took me back there.”

He accepts that answer with a nod, so it’s my turn. “Same question. Were you planning on fucking someone at the club that night.”

“No,” he answers without hesitation before he amends his answer, “Wait. That might be a yes.”

I raise my hand. “Permission to break the rules please.”

He takes my hand to kiss my palm. “Permission granted. You’re going to ask what I mean by that.”

I nod. “Yes.”

He adjusts his ass on the bed. “I saw Penny and Dax at Atlas 22 that night.”

“The night I fell?”

He taps his palm. “I’m keeping track of how many times you break the rules.”

“Good.” I laugh. “That will lead us into angry fuck territory.”

His blue eyes glint in the dim light of the room. “You want that again.”

“I loved that.”

He chuckles before he continues his explanation, “I saw Penny and Dax and she mentioned the mask and you going back to the place where you wore it before, so…”

“So, you came to find me?” I interrupt. “Is that why you were going there?”

“Yes,” he admits. “I can’t tell you what I would have done if I saw you in there with another guy but it’s highly likely he would have ended up in the ED and I’d be facing a prison sentence.”

The thought of him using his hands to cause harm to anyone is so foreign that I can’t wrap my mind around it.

“That’s the true story of why I was going to the club.” He traces the curve of my jaw with his finger.

“When did you realize I was your lamb?” I don’t care whose turn it is, that question has been gnawing at me for weeks.

He closes his eyes briefly before he levels them on my face. He moves in for a chaste kiss, stopping to cup my cheek in his hand. “It was shortly after Berk met Astrid.”

I’m so stunned that I’m sure my mouth falls open. “What?”

He sucks in a deep breath. “It was on a Friday. Astrid was playing a set at a bar near Berk’s brownstone. It was raining. You were there. I saw you at the bar alone. I just knew. My body knew.”

“You knew it was me?”

“Without question,” he whispers. “I saw you. Apparently I was staring at you because Berk asked if I wanted an introduction.”

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