“Yes…” the Shifter whimpers. “Please don’t kill me. I didn’t?—”
Xera grabs the cloth and shoves it into her mouth before standing. Her gaze drags to mine, and for a moment we silently converse. I can sense her worry, but also her desire. She wants to take Desiray back with us, tie her up, and hold her as leverage for Lars.
Except that would put Sydni and me in harm’s way, because it likely means not just Lars, but her mother too. It’s inevitable, but now that it’s right in front of her, she’s starting to question the unavoidable.
“Whatever you choose,” I whisper.
Her chest rises as she looks between my eyes, and that hardened expression of hers begins to soften. “I…” She hesitates, and I reach out to place my hand onto the side of her neck.
“I know,” I say, rubbing my thumb across her jawline. “I know, baby.”
I’ll never need her to tell me she loves me, because the fear in her eyes in making this decision tells me more than three words could ever. Sydni had been right, shedoesn’tneed to speak it. I feel it, and as she places her hand over mine and nods, it’s unspoken but it’s as though it travels through our bond.
“I love you, Kai.”
I smile. “I’ll grab her, little demon.”
Kayn is going to bepissedwe have to leave his bike.
Chapter 39
Xeraphine
“Ithink the driver shit himself,” Kai croons, his hand tightly gripping my thigh.
My hand rests on his wrist, my thumbnail pressing just hard enough to dimple his skin, but not enough to draw blood. I hate to admit it, but I’m fucking nervous. And worse, I think I’ve made a mistake.
“Are you hungry? I’ll stop to get you something to eat.”
My opposite leg he isn’t holding down is bouncing, which I’m pretty sure is shaking the car.
“I love you.”
I’m probably going to have a heart attack. What am I thinking bringing this bitch back with us?
“Will you marry me?”
Something is going to go completely wrong; I already can feel it.
Fuck,what am I doing?
“I’d ask you to have my babies, but that seems ill-timed.”
If something happens to Kairhyse or Sydni because of this, I don’t know what I’m going to do.
“You stink.”
I turn my gaze over to him, catching a stupid grin on his face. “You told me we didn’t have time to get cleaned up! I have blood and guts all over me, what the fuck do you mean I smell? I literally smell like the club did when we left.”
He licks his lips, and shakes his head. “Are you hungry?”
I prop my feet up on the dash and let out a groan. I know my scent doesn’t bother him—this is just his way of getting my attention.
“Yes…” I murmur. “Should I roll the window down? Do I really stink?” I’m reaching for the window, but before I can press the button, his hand catches my chin. His eyes, unfocused on the road ahead, lock onto mine.
“You could smell like straight fucking ass, Xera, and I’d still lick you from head to toe.”
The edge of my lip pops up slightly.
