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I bit my lip and turned around, running face-first into Brent’s steel chest. Fuck, the man was built and a goddamn ninja. I might have been able to run from all of Samael’s other guards, but I could never get past Brent. “I’m going to work,” I stated as if that would make him move. He didn’t.
“Like fucking hell you are.”
We had already talked about this, so I didn’t know why he was being stubborn. Samael stood there, dressed in midnight black slacks and a button-down collared shirt, his arms folded across his chest. All of the rage I had seen this past weekend had disappeared, replaced by the familiar neutral expression. I’m not sure if I was terrified more of what he hid beneath that professional exterior or the fact that I loved his hidden self.
You aren’t terrified of any of it, Primrose. Ask him to take you back to bed.
I shook off Daemon’s comment, knowing full well that I was seconds away from rushing back up the stairs and dragging Samael with me. “I can’t take off any more days.” A total lie, but fuck if I was going to tell him that. I had been stuck here all weekend, ignored by Samael and hunted by his security, minus a few glorious moments. I needed to breathe.
Samael approached, pulling me into his arms and licking a stripe over my ear. “Tell ‘em you’re sick.”
“No, I need—” I groaned as I felt his hands squeeze my waist, his lips dipping to my shoulder. He’d been getting touchier after sex as if I’d lose myself to my alters if he wasn’t there actively pulling me out of my head. That wasn’t exactly how my diagnosis worked but I wasn’t about to pass up more time with Samael. Still, sometimes I missed my dominant Alpha male who boomed orders and didn’t take no for an answer.
Something indecipherable flashed in his eyes, and I realized there was more to it than just wanting me to stay home. “What aren’t you saying?”
Several tense seconds of silence filtered between us before he reached out and pulled me toward his chest. “Someone at The Revival knows who we are. The fact that your name keeps getting thrown around with ours means it’s only a matter of time before they decide to target you to get to us.”
This sounded like something out of a bad movie. It was also apparent that Samael had given me the cliff notes version and while I wanted more, now wasn’t the time. “Why would you keep that from me?” I was 100% still going to work regardless of his answer. “Is it because of my father?”
Having the chief of police as my father definitely complicated things with my men. A deep chuckle fell from his lips as he pressed a kiss to the bridge of my nose. “Killian, if I thought you were going to tell anyone, you wouldn’t have still been alive after watching me put Gary in the ground.” He wrapped his thick arms around my back, holding me close for a few more moments before he spoke again. “Fine,” he breathed, his voice husky against my collarbone. “But Brent is going with you.”
“I can just take the bus.” I squirmed in his arms, hoping he’d let me go. He didn’t.
He’s protecting you from something. Ask him what it is.
Don’t ruin the moment. Kiss him again.
I gritted my teeth, focusing on the dark look in Samael’s eyes, trying to read his expression. He seemed… guarded. I hadn’t asked why Samael had stolen me from my apartment. I thought it had something to do with my fucking breakdown a few days ago. It made sense that they would want to take care of me and make sure I didn’t fall apart again. But this… this felt different.
“And I’m telling you that Brent is taking you.” He gripped my chin roughly, angling my face up to his. Fuck, as delicious as this position was, I’d never get to work. I opened my mouth to argue, but his punishing grip on my waist with his other hand changed my words to an embarrassing squeak. Samael’s fingers relaxed, his voice laced with anger and other emotions I couldn’t comprehend. “You insisted on going to work even though I told you things were going on at your job, things you don’t understand. Things that are a danger to you. So for my peace of mind, you will take Brent with you, or you will stay here. You don’t have to like it, Killer. But you will obey me.”
He’s asking for obedience?
Outside the bedroom?
Confusion ran through the three of us. Samael wasn’t playing games as I watched his expression soften momentarily, silence filling the air between us. He captured my lips in a blinding kiss, making my toes curl. Seconds later, I found myself out on the front steps, Brent at my side and Samael standing directly behind me as he placed one last kiss on the back of my head, “Wouldn’t want you to be late.”
I fought the urge to throw a snarky retort back at him as the door shut behind me.
KILLIAN
The ride to the office was silent as Brent dropped me off, his fierce stare following up the steps and through the doors. Brent remained parked alongside the sidewalk, which seemed like a fucking waste of talent. Unfortunately, where my safety was concerned, Samael wasn’t taking any chances even if I didn’t really know why.
There had been a few whispers over the last few days but nothing concrete.
Murmured hellos full of curiosity met me as I tucked my head and ran down the hallway to my cubicle. Everyone wanted a story, a scoop, the inside dirt on men I had no desire to share with anyone else. Content to stay curled up in my corner of the office, I only noticed that it wasn’t Nyla staring from the other side of our cube when he cleared his throat.
I swiveled around and stared at the foreign child – a bright-eyed, brown-haired dimwit, fresh out of college. He actually looked happy to be here. He shot up from his chair, a grin spreading across his face. “It’s so nice to meet you. I’m Gary. Nyla told me all about you, and I just… you knew all three of them.”
I grimaced at the thought that Nyla hadn’t just left my cubby but had been replaced by an overzealous idiot. I didn’t take his outstretched hand as I slid into my seat, trying very hard to ignore his obnoxiously strong cologne. I rolled his name over my tongue, deciding from the get-go that I was going to hate him. I only knew one Gary, and he had been beaten to death for being a traitor.
He’s staring.
He’s annoying. Get rid of him.
I bit my tongue as I hissed at both of them under my breath, “There’s no way to do that. I need to find Nyla.”
Fuck that. Just tell that dimwit to go somewhere else.
