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“Far as I can tell? The feds told Kairo your mate was a fake. Then they did some dirty deal to work around warrants and trade us back. After they dragged me out of their bunker and bundled me into a sundress to mate my fuckboy fiancé, Kairo wanted me to mount the drugged-up motherfucker and offer him my throat. I did mount him, but only to offer my nail file to his carotid.” She grins, winces, then grins wider. “Kairo kicked the shit out of me but didn’t finish the job. His mistake.”
“Wait. You iced Jericho and Kairo?” Reese rocks back on his heels. “How?”
She rolls her eyes. “Check the CCTV.”
“I’ll scan the footage. If the Wyverns can identify who transported her, we’ll know who to kill.” Bishop slips out of the bathroom.
“Any idea where you were being held?” I ask.
“A couple hours out of the city on a bumpy fucking road. The van smelled like trees and potato chips.”
Rural narrows the location.
Better than we had.
I keep asking questions. Serafina answers, but her impressions of the facility are so vague, they’re no help finding Marisol.
The longer she talks, the more she sways.
Enough. My muscles fire, ready to move. “Can you walk?”
“Morphine. Oxy. Give me the good shit and I’ll dance.”
“I’ll send a doctor.” Leaving Serafina and her eye-itching lemon behind, I flag a Wyvern agent to dig the hospital staff out of hiding.
My brother’s room is a horror set. All ripped wires, tipped furniture, and gore.
Reese follows me to Jericho’s bedside.
Someone flipped the sheet to reveal his mangled face.
Serafina didn’t stab him once or twice. She gave him new air holes, scratching and slicing enough to vent a few lifetimes of fury.
Jericho was already battered after the crash. Head shaved. Eyes sunken. After Serafina’s vengeance makeover, there’s nothing left of the fuckboy who forced me to scrape out a life in his shadow.
Now that I’m looming over his body, there’s no rush.
No thrill.
It feels the same as standing over Kairo.
Just cold satisfaction.
It’s pure fucking justice that an omega brought them down, but I won’t feel much beyond numb anger until we dish the same to the people who took our mate.
A snap fills the silence.
One by one, Reese breaks Jericho’s fingers. “Gotta desecrate a corpse real quick. Don’t roll without me.”
“Jinnie…” Dutch approaches, holding his cupped palm far away from his body. “What do I do with these?”
“You stick them under your pillow, Dutch Baby.” Finn pokes the recovered teeth. When Dutch ducks behind me like a ruffled Pomeranian, Finn’s smile sharpens. “Little known fact? The tooth fairy accepts all kinds of bones. Try a femur. Bet you earn more than a silver dollar.”
Snap.
“I’m down.” Reese moves around the bed to Jericho’s other hand. “How much for finger bones?”
“A buck three-fifty.” Finn beams.
