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“He doesn’t want to fight this war either,” Sophia says.
My chest tightens at that statement. It’s not something that the enemy should know—even if this particular enemy seems to be strictly loyal to my girl.
“Then why doesn’t he end it right now?”
Sophia’s pretty little face twists in confusion as she seems to momentarily forget that I’m watching.
“How?”
“Retsos told me his plan for you, Sophia.” Pinching the bridge of his flat nose, Castor takes a ragged breath, as if he’s fighting off some flash of deep pain. “He would often stop by my cage to get some punches in… and taunt me with his plans for you. Those always hurt worse than his fragile little fists.”
“You knew about the marriage?” Sophia asks, her jaw dropping.
Castor makes sure to stare directly into the camera before he replies. “Sort of. Hell, I nearly got myself killed trying to break out so I could save you. Looks like I didn’t have to, though. I don’t see any ring on your finger, and I didn’t see any on his either.”
“Retsos didn’t tell you what happened between Leo and me?”
“He was never in the mood to answer my questions, and about three weeks ago—or fuck, was it more? There were no windows down there, no clocks—shit, anyway, about three weeks ago, he stopped talking about you... I assumed the worst. But there was nothing I could do, Sophia. I tried so hard to get out…”
The rugged giant breathes in a ragged sigh and Sophia immediately jumps onto her feet to comfort him.
“Hey, it’s alright. We’re here. We’re alive. We’re going to come out ahead. Believe me. Leo is…” Before she can continue, she seems to remember that I’m watching. The confidence is her chestnut gaze falters as her eyes wander over to the camera. Slowly, though, that confidence returns with a vengeance. “Leo is a good man and an even better fighter. I trust him with my life… and with my heart. You can trust him with me, too.”
Her words are like a hot gust that nearly knocks me off of my chair. That is not what I was expecting to hear. But it feels like the only thing that Sophia ever wanted to say.
It’s the truth. I just fucking know it.
Hell, my belief that it’s true is so strong that it seems to topple down some last remaining wall keeping guard around my soul. A wall I didn’t know was still there.
My heart flickers like a fresh fire as I try to gather myself and listen back in on this all-important conversation.
But I can’t hear anything. My ears have filled with blood. The hairs on my forearms are standing up. My chest is pounding. I’m overcome by adrenaline.
I’ve only ever felt like this before when I’m about to fight.
But this has nothing to do with hate or anger or violence.
No. it’s the complete opposite of all of that. And it only gets worse as I realize what that really means.
Holy fuck… am I in love?!
* * *
“Get him to the safehouse, and make sure it’s extra fucking safe,” I grumble to Maksim as he looks back over his shoulder.
I follow his gaze and watch while two other men lead a handcuffed and hooded Castor into the back of a black jeep.
The restraints are just for show. The hood is a little more practical. If anyone is watching this street, they can’t be allowed to know that I brought Castor here, if only because it might tip them off that it’s also where I’m keeping Sophia.
“I’ll put extra men in the surrounding units,” Maksim nods. “Is there anything else?”
I immediately shake my head and step back inside, keeping my hands in my pocket to hide just how jittery they are.
Sophia is waiting for me upstairs, and only half-an-hour ago, I had the most life-altering thought. Love. Fuck. Really?
I only want to get back to her. I need to confirm this revelation.
But I couldn’t do that with Castor there. This is far too personal to share with anyone but Sophia.
