Page 105 of Fractured Memories

KIERAN

“You told me I could kill him,” Lochlan argues, eyes narrowed. His arms are crossed, and all traces of his playful demeanor are gone.

“That was before he tried to suffocate me and blew up a bridge I was standing on.”

“I. Don’t. Care.”

“Fucking hell,” Rohan mutters. “Can we just go inside? We are wasting time out here.”

“I like the anticipation.” Eden bounces on her toes with a grin. “He can probably hear us right now, getting nervous.” A flush spills across her cheeks. “Trembling while he waits⁠—”

“Eden,” I growl because her excitement is making me hard as fuck. I drag her into my body, lowering my voice so only she can hear me. “You are making it hard for me not to fuck you right here.”

Her tongue swipes across her bottom lip. “I can’t help it. Torture turns me on.”

I chuckle, looking up to find Rohan staring at us in disgust. “You can’t wait until you get home for that?”

Lochlan cocks his head. “I think they’re kind of cute. Why don’t we head inside while you two⁠—”

“No,” I snap. “We are doing this together.” Taking a long breath, I try to find a compromise. “Why don’t we drag Miles in here and have fun together? Eden and I get Conor. Lo, you can kill Miles. Rohan can help inflict damage⁠—”

“And make sure we get answers.”

“Right.” I nod my head, kind of forgetting that is part of the reason we are here. I’m mostly interested in making the bastard scream and watching Eden get worked up over the blood. “Everyone gets a little bloody, and no one does any killing until we have all our answers. Compromise?”

Lochlan huffs. “Fine. But I’m taking my time with him.” He points a finger at Rohan. “No rushing me.”

Rohan shrugs. “I think it’s worth dragging out this time.”

“It’s settled then. Ash?” I call up to the top of the stairs.

“Yeah, boss?”

“Can you send Larkin down with a key? We need to do a little rearranging.”

“I’m on it.”

I lean against the wall as the door to the stairs opens and shuts. Ash is positioned on our side of it in case we need anything, while Jude is on the other. Several of our high clearance guards are posted around the entrances to the cages, Jude not taking any chances this time. He doesn’t like that all four of us are here at one time, and he doesn’t want anyone sneaking up on us.

I appreciate the precaution, even if I know they’d have to kill me to get to Eden again. And even then, I’d just drag her soul to the underworld with me. She’s never going to escape me.

Somehow, the four of us manage to muster enough patience to wait for Larkin to unlock Miles—who looks terrible—and chain him up in the same room as Conor. With a head nod, he leaves us to it.

“Where is my wife?” Miles croaks out as soon as the door shuts. I’m mildly surprised by the question given that I was pretty sure she hated him—and he barely acknowledged she existed.

“In the city.” It’s Rohan who answers, stalking forward toward his prey. “She’s been happily set free.”

Miles’s head drops, his stringy black hair flopping over his face. It’s clear that Ash and Gale didn’t hold back when it came to dragging him here—something I’d expect from Ash but not so much from her quiet counterpart. He’s dirty, scraped up, and looking nothing like his normal self.

“Any more questions?” Lochlan grins at Miles, all that darkness beneath his skin bubbling to the surface. His accent grows thicker with each word, a telltale sign that his blood lust is taking over. “Or is it my turn to ask them?”

Miles flinches, and I know I’m not the only one who catches the motion. He knows something, and Eden immediately pounces. “What about confessions, Miles?” Her voice is pitched higher with excitement. “Anything you want to share?”

He’s silent long enough that I have to join in on the fun. “No secrets? Or are you trying to protect Conor?”

At that, his head snaps up, and I see the pure confusion on his face. Whatever information he is protecting has nothing to do with Conor.

“I told you…” The words are barely more than a rasp as Conor gasps for breath.