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“You’re the one who drugged him!”
“You weren’t in any state to handle him.”
“I know,” she muttered. “Thanks.” But now she had to deal with Gavin’s wrath, which she could only imagine was worse than it had been at the hotel. She made no move to open the door.
“I’ll come with you,” Blade decided.
She couldn’t hide her relief. “Okay.”
She eased the heavy door open and examined the dented side of it before she stepped onto the landing. She peered down the stairs but couldn’t see the rest of the room from this angle. Her heart pounded in her ears as she waited for Gavin to appear, but he didn’t. Fuck.
She started down. She felt as if she were walking to her doom rather than to talk to her husband. Of course, in most American households, husbands weren’t sedated or locked in basements to stop them from going on killing sprees. She allowed Gavin to go back into the underworld to destroy Sadist, not kill anyone he felt like. They had so much bigger problems than her ex who was in love with a woman who didn’t exist.
Halfway down the steps, she saw Gavin in front of the cot. He stood just beyond the circle of fluorescent lights. His eyes were a burning copper that didn’t bode well for her. He looked as if he had been shipwrecked. His shirt was unbuttoned and splattered with blood and his slacks were shredded at the knee, probably from trying to break the door down. She made it to the bottom and stopped with her hand on the rail.
“Are you okay?” she asked.
He didn’t move or speak. She was dimly aware of Blade standing behind her. On the surface, he looked composed, but the air crackled with his energy, which was dark and vicious.
“Changed loyalties, have you, Blade?” he asked softly.
“My loyalty is to both of you. I did what I thought was best.”
“If you hadn’t already bled for her, I’d shoot you.” A muscle jumped in his jaw. “Get the fuck out of here, Blade, and turn off the cameras.”
She stiffened, and turned to see Blade assessing him closely. Blade caught her nervous glance, nodded, and then left. She listened to the sound of him climbing the stairs and flinched when she heard the door shut, locking her in the basement with her husband.
“Did you come here to plead for his life?” he asked.
“Yes.”
“Don’t bother.” He prowled in the shadows. “Why were you with him in the hotel room?”
“He got caught in the crossfire when we were ambushed in the parking garage. I couldn’t leave him there, so I dropped him off at the hotel.”
“You promised not to talk to him.”
His unemotional voice made her skin prickle with alarm.
“I didn’t know he would be there,” she said.
“You saw him before the attack, didn’t you?”
Her heart sank. “Yes.”
“What did he want?”
There was only one reason for Jonathan’s appearance, and they both knew it. In her eyes, it didn’t matter why. Jonathan wanted nothing to do with her now, so what he said prior to the attack didn’t matter. “He wanted closure.”
“Is that right? And how did he think he would accomplish that?”
“He just wanted to know the truth.”
“And what did you tell him?”
“To move on and forget he ever met me.”
“Didn’t you warn him what I’d do?”
