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Fucking…
Rukem closed his eyes and counted to fucking three. “Idoknowit,” he managed from his tight jaws. “How long before you bring her back.”
“It’ll take at least an hour and a half.”
“Give me your coordinates. I’ll send the Iron Falcon. It’s a fucking helicopter,” he said before he could ask.
“What do I do till then?”
“Keep herstill. Andwarm.”
“I will,” he breathed, winded. “Thank you.”
Rukem’s jaw hardened till pain cut into his temple. He hit the hang-up button and made his way out of the room needing something to hurt. Maybe he’d go have a chat with fucking Vale, let him know how great his idea of mixing the gifted with the non was going.
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Shank carefully scooped Sophie up in his arms and moved her to the top of the bed where the pillow was. He sat next to her and placed her legs perfectly straight then crossed her delicate hands over her midsection, barely petting them. He blinked past another round of hot, terrified tears, daring a single kiss on her forehead before moving his mouth to her ear. “Please forgive me, Tresor,” he whispered while his shaking fingers moved over her hair. “But I’llneverbe sorry for kissing you, angel. Never,” he swore hotly, cradling her face with his hand before moving to make sure she was warm. The need to touch her with his body brought on a bone deep agony. He lay right next to her, putting his mouth near her ear. “I’m right here, Tresor,” he said, tucking the covers tightly around her.
What if I get lost in you?
Pain ripped him wide open before locking him down in its prison. “There’s no place you can go that I can’t reach you, Tresor,” he swore, pressing his mouth to her temple. “I will always find a way to reach you and bring you back. I know you can hear me. Iknowyou can. Come back to me sweet angel. Because we’re not done.” He shook his head a little, tracing her perfect brows. “We’re only just beginning. There isnothing…andnobody…that will stop what I’m going to do for you. And when I’m done, you’ll besofucking strong. And free, baby. You’ll be free.”
CHAPTER TWO
Rukem wasn’t sure what changed in his head and when, but he was now headed to Darby’s room. He stood at her door and pulled out his phone. He should call first. He looked around then knocked softly, not wanting to be seen there at such an hour.
The seconds crawled as he cast glances around, ready to bolt at the first sign of incoming traffic. Given they were scheduled to meet with all the Marsh Mutts at a witching hour, he wasn’t sure who would be roaming about.
“Who is it?” Darby called sounding like her mouth might be at the door.
“It’s Rukem.”
The sound of locks disengaging had a noticeable effect on his wound-up muscles. Before he could ponder it, he was thrown into eye warfare, putting him right back at pissed. “Why are you dressed like that?” he whispered, hurrying in and closing the door then locking it.
“I was in bed! This is bedroom attire, you bought it, remember?”
She was whispering and he resisted the vicious need to look at her.
“What’s wrong?” she wondered. “Did you hear from Ace?”
“Yes,” he said, hurrying toward the couch. “Get dressed in something else,” he ordered, sitting as she disappeared into the bedroom. “After our little kissing adventure, I’ve realized a few things.”
“Okay,” she said around drawers closing. “I’ll get something to take notes with.”
Take notes? “Why would you take notes about it?” he finally asked while wondering what she’d change into.
“Okay, I won’t take notes,” she said, her words muffled.
“Take notes if you feel the need, I was just asking why.” He forced his brain to return to the shopping scene, recalling he’d been mostly about modest work clothes.
“I was just thinking this is turning into a tricky affair and taking notes might not be a bad idea,” she said as she exited the room. She stopped abruptly and looked down at herself then back at him. “What? Is this too much?”
“Too much?”
“Too informal? Should I put on pants? You picked everything,” she reminded again, defensive. “Shorts seemed like a happy medium.”
“I wish I could help but it seems our little kissing exercise has rendered me a little…stupid.”
