I bang again, harder, fist aching. “Please, I just—please!”
The lock clicks.
Revan opens the door. His hair’s damp, looking frustratingly put-together. “You could’ve just asked nicely,” he says.
I stare at him, confused. Did I hear him right?
He steps aside. “Be quick.”
I hesitate. “Really?”
He arches a brow. “Yeah. Now hurry that fine ass up.”
Heat floods my face. I grab a towel from the hook by the door and brush past him, trying not to make eye contact.
Atticus is leaning against the wall across the hall, watching me. Always watching. That half-lidded stare that makes my stomach twist into knots.
“Don’t,” I warn.
He smirks. “Didn’t say a word, love.”
“Yeah, well, stopthinkingso loud.”
He’s not just looking at me. He’s undressing me with his eyes, remembering every inch of skin he touched, every sound I made. It’s written all over his face—in the slight part of his lips, the way his gaze lingers on my neck, my collarbone, lower.
Revan chuckles as I disappear into the bathroom.
Inside, I turn the water as hot as it’ll go.
The steam fills the small space, burning my lungs. I step under the spray and let it scald my skin until everything turns red.
I stand there, shaking, trying to wash away the feeling of Atticus’s hands. The memory of Revan’s touch. The image of Koa flying off that car hood.
Somewhere down the hall, voices murmur—men’s voices, low and serious.
I press my ear to the door, straining to catch a word. Anything.
All I hear is Revan saying,”We need to get as much information as we can out of her.”
My blood runs cold.
They need something from me.
Something I can’t give them.
Because I don’t know where my father is. I really haven’t talked to him since the day Mom died. I don’t know a single thing about Koa’s business.
And if I can’t give them what they want, what happens to me?
My stomach sinks to the floor of the shower, water beating down on my back.
I’m trapped. Completely and utterly trapped.
31
Koa
The pain hits the second I wake.
