Finn’s sweet protection is just as good as walking away after leaving my nemesis in a pathetic pile.
But once I save the image, I have to put it in a box and stash it deep, deep at the back of my mental closet.
Rachel will hit back, and Finn…
I need to know I’m not a game.
Problem is, everything’s a game to Finn.
He’s fun in the crazy way.
Not reliable.
I mean, just his scent and I can guarantee he’d have me orgasming until my eyes crossed, but that’s not the promise I need.
I need a sure thing when Finn is fucking chaos.
If I had a whole deck of alphas, I wouldn’t mind one wildcard.
But can’t risk myself on jokers.
I need kings.
THIRTEEN
FINN
I thought the universe was fucking huge, all dark ooze and evil motherfuckers. No reason to keep kicking around except to take a few more with me before I go.
Newsflash. The universe is tiny.
Just one star.
Five feet balanced on pretty pearly toes.
When Lilah dances, I find all the colors I forgot.
I don’t give a shit about the pack, the Redfangs, and these ballerina bitches. All they have to do is die.
Easy.
Then I get forever with my star.
She’s not just my reason to stay.
She’s my reason to exist.
Lilah only does a few twirls. A few shakes of that cute little ass on the pole.
Not enough.
The minutes roll too fast. The hours disappear.
I spend every second watching her, and I’m never going to stop.
Bodyguarding Lilah Darling is the career path they never told me about at the academy.
I would’ve gone to class.