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“Me,” he said carefully, lowering his gaze. “I see you have clothes on this time…pity.” He met my stare. “You looked good, bathed in the blood of your enemies.”
FOUR
Riven
She shouldn’t be here.
The Son’s dark eyes glinted as he looked her up and down, standing still as the rain fell. “I see you have clothes on this time. Pity. You looked good bathed in the blood of your enemies.”
I took a step forward, not caring about the rain falling into my eyes. “You wanted to meet.” Forcing the words through clenched teeth. “So let’s fucking meet.”
The Son’s lips curled into a smile before he slowly looked my way, then casually sauntered straight past me, heading for the open door of this fucking place.
These goddamn Sons.
They were starting to piss me the hell off.
Helene’s eyes were wide, her gaze fixed on him. Maybe this whole goddamn meet was a bad idea after all? I turned toward the open door as Hunter moved. But there was only one way to find out.
“Trouble.” I turned my head and murmured over my shoulder. “Remember what I said. Stay with Hunter.”
She didn’t even argue, which said a lot. Instead, she headed for my brother, sinking into the shadow he left behind. It was a bad idea bringing her here. Part of me hated myself for using her one last time. But I’d be a fool to think we’d win this war without every man or woman who was willing to align with us…and that included the Sons, even if they came for her alone.
I headed deeper into the building, kicking an old sewing machine as I made my way inside. I glanced down, then slowly looked around. Rusted mechanical hangers hung overhead, a bank of ancient sewing machines, and what looked like the remnants of a steam press ran along the wall.
“So, we’re here.” I tore my gaze from the machines of the abandoned dry cleaners and scanned the room, finding no one else but us.
What the fuck?
My attention was drawn to the far end of the room to where I swore I saw a shift in the shadows, until the Son from the alley stepped out of the shadows behind Helene. My lip curled, watching the bastard flank her side, drawing her focus.
“Four men,” he said quietly, his attention solely on her. “That’s all you brought with you?”
There was a tremble in her body, drawing my attention to how her wet fucking shirt was stuck to the swell of her breasts. All I saw was her racing breaths and it was all because of that motherfucker right there. That…walking, talking, cold-as-fuck machine who seemed to have some kind of control over her.
A control I didn’t like.
Not one goddamn bit.
“I didn’t realize it was a fucking interview of the strength of our numbers.” I jerked a glare to Hunter as the Son lifted his hand, his curled fingers reaching for her cheek before my goddamn brother finally moved.
What the fuck was this Son’s deal?
No…
Not this one.
She belongs to us.
My own words came roaring back from that auction room in Coulter’s mansion as they’d tried to take her then, just as they were trying to take her now.
His attention snapped my way. “Everything is a goddamn interview.”
I took a step closer. “You wanted us here, so we’re here.” I tried not to look at her, to see the way she looked at him, like she was somehow in a trance. “Now, tell us what we want to know…where the fuck is Haelstrom Hale?”
He fixed that unflinching stare on me. “You think you can win this war?”
“We have so far.” My words were cold, leaving no room for doubt.
