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"It's already happened," I mutter, and his eyes widen. "No. I didn't mean it like that."
"Then what the hell did you mean? Is that the reason you shy away from me?" His voice softens, distress swimming in his dark eyes.
"Grant—"
He pivots, ripping open the bathroom door and stalking out. I rush after him, blocking his path as I push against his chest.
"Get out of the way, Aelia. I spared him once because you asked me to. I won't do it again."
"He didn't...he's just talking shit. I can handle it, but it's exhausting. That's all," I rush out.
"Why are you protecting him?" he growls, wrapping his arms around my upper arms.
I brace myself for him to shake me, yell at me, throw me to the ground like so many others would. Of course, he doesn't do any of that. He pulls me into his arms, pressing my face to his chest. Tension rolls off him, yet his touch is gentle. I swallow hard, rubbing my forehead on his shirt to erase the fears I harbor deep within.
"You don't understand how important he is to Jenkins. He's been a part of the Guild since Jenkins took over. The only reason he became my handler is because he asked for it. He wanted someone to torment forever, I suppose. You threaten to kill him, and you’ll find out he's more important to Jenkins than you are."
His hand runs through my hair, sending a shiver down my spine. There are so many other things we need to discuss. I can't keep hiding from him. I told him he needed to trust me even though it went against everything I've learned in life.
"There's more," I whisper, my voice muffled by his body.
"I'm still going to kill him. Or maybe I'll teach you how to do it and stand back while you beat him with his own spine," he chuckles.
I huff, shivering at the image that pops in my head. "They set the date for the Auction."
He tenses, hand freezing, then resumes its path along my strands. "When? Soon?"
"One month. They’re shooting for Halloween. They put my father in charge of it."
He sighs, hugging me close. "We don't have enough time to stop it. Not unless something drastic happens."
"Father went off the rails, asking where Judge Merrick went."
"Don't call him a judge. He's more of an executioner," he spits out. He nuzzles my neck, then presses a kiss to my temple.
"Whatever you call him, apparently he wanted Merrick to help him set things up. Jenkins told him to fuck off when Father wanted to do the Auction in Synd. He's still obsessed with bringing them down."
"Merrick disappeared two weeks ago."
I rear back, and he drops his arms from me. "Where'd he go?"
He shakes his head, grabbing my wrist and tugging me to the bed. He settles against the headboard, then pats the space next to him. I hesitate, not because I'm upset with him anymore, but if I sit down, I might fall asleep.
His eyes fall closed and he tips his head back. "Unless you'd rather sit on my face. Both would be perfectly acceptable to me."
Rolling my eyes, I crawl next to him and he pulls me close. "We both know men don't like doing that shit. They do it for brownie points. Seeing as how we're in the weirdest fucking relationship ever, I don't think that'll be necessary."
His fingers seize my chin, forcing me to meet his gaze. "First of all, relationship? Second, I can wholeheartedly say that I would die a happy man if you suffocated me with your pretty little thighs while you came all over my face."
I squeeze my knees together as heat builds between my legs. "We'll just pretend you didn't say any of that."
He murmurs in my ear, "Because your wet cunt is begging for my cock?"
I shudder, digging my nails into my thigh. "Where'd Merrick go?"
He sighs, pulling back. "I believe he went to Synd, but I'm not entirely sure."
"What the hell is it with Synd? Seriously, I don't remember much from when I lived there, but it's not some gem."
