Page 219 of The Monster and the Masochist

“You know I’m going to get it out of your brother, right? Dude can’t keep a secret to save his life.” I smirked as I closed my eyes and tilted my head so I could properly kiss my wife.

My wife.

I would never get tired of calling her that.

Cassandra hummed against my lips and wrapped her arms around my waist so she could tug me more firmly against her.

She fit so perfectly in my arms… Every time I held her, it felt like she was always meant to be there and just… Fuck. It would never get old.

She was fucking amazing.

The way she’d barreled in here with a loaded gun ready to save my ass for the thousandth time made me literally swoon.

I’d needed someone to save me for decades. Never in a million years did I think my savior would swoop into my life wearing a pair of red bottoms and packing a Beretta.

She was incredible.

“Mmm, well, if you get it out of him, you’re only ruining the surprise for yourself… so…”

She pulled back and smirked at me, and I pouted.

“Way to take the fun out of it.”

“Believe me, Theodora. If everything goes the way I’m hoping it will, we’re both going to have a lot of fun later. You just need to be patient and let me work.”

I perked up at this.

Fun?

“Oh yeah? What kind of fun?” My mind spun with all the possibilities. “Sexy fun?”

She just laughed softly, and her warm brown eyes darkened.

A chill spider-walked up my spine as her monster flickered to life behind her eyes. It was only there for a second. By the time I blinked, it had receded back to wherever she kept it locked up in her mind.

“Stop fishing, baby. Finish packing up and go back to Fairview with my brother. Please don’t leave until I come to get you. I want you somewhere safe until we get this hit on you figured out.”

My stomach sank.

Oh yeah.

That.

How had I nearly forgotten Samwell was literally trying to kill me?

Typical.

I finally actually wanted to live my damn life, just in time for my pedo rapist to decide he wanted to take me out.

Nice.

Loved that for me.

Clocking the anxious look I was having a hard time keeping off my face, Cal flicked me aggressively in the forehead.

“Ow! What the fuck, man?”

He just laughed and tried to do it again, but I batted his hand away with a scowl.