Page 19 of The Mercer Curse


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“Just promise me you’ll do whatever it takes to help him, Q.” Tess snuggled closer. “You know how ruthless these traffickers can be. How dangerous and wily they are. Just…be kind to him. Don’t throw him to the wolves.”

I sighed and pushed her away just enough to kiss her.

Her perfect taste slipped onto my tongue.

My heart pumped with overwhelming love.

When the kiss ended, I whispered, “But if I throw him to the wolves, perhaps he’ll grow fangs and fight. Maybe he’ll turn out to be the worst wolf of all and he won’t need my help.”

“Or he’ll be shredded alive.”

Taking her hand, I guided her to bed. “He’s a Mercer, Tess. We might be cursed but…if he wants love as much as I did, then…who knows? Maybe he’ll be strong enough to break that curse. Maybe I have him all wrong and he’ll succeed. Maybe someone else will be strong enough to muzzle him. Maybe he’ll destroy them or maybe he’ll destroy himself, either way…destruction is what he needs.”

“That poor man has no idea what he’s just agreed to,” she whispered sadly.

“That’s his cross to bear, not ours.” Stripping my wife, I undressed and crawled into bed with her.

As she slotted against me, skin to skin, bone to bone, I cradled her tight and made two promises.

One, I would do as Tess asked and be a little kinder toward him. If, by some miracle, he succeeded then…I would let him stay.

And two, if he failed…if he slipped into hell and drowned in the darkness that cursed us, I would put him out of his misery.

I would ensure he never saw death coming.

Because that was what brothers did.

We did what was necessary.

We did what was right.

And killing Henri Ward might be the only right thing to do.

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