“You got that right.” I look away from him, suddenly feeling like a heap of trash. Wraith is battling demons. But his inner turmoil doesn’t give him the right to hurt me. Nor do I have the right to drag his best friend into the mix. Two wrong and all that, but also, all’s fair in love and war. Still… “You know what? You don’t have to do this.”
Jester cups my chin and lifts my face. “You’re right. I don’t have to do a goddamn thing.”
“Wraith’s going to hate you.”
“Wraith’s a grown man who made a grown man’s decision when he went in that room with Rissa.”
Jester pushes me backward and climbs on the bed. He uses his knee to pry open my legs. His weight presses me against the mattress when he settles himself over me. He’s huge, and gorgeous, and smells incredible. He’s perfect.Tooperfect. His flawlessness contradicts the damage hidden beneath my clothes.
His mouth comes down on my mine, all soft and warm and spectacularly talented. I expect a sizzle, similar to when Wraith kisses me. The only hum is from the liquor sedating my brain. And it’s not for Jester’s lack of trying because the man knows how to use his tongue. He’s a fantastic kisser. He can curl a woman’s toes for sure.
Any woman’s but mine, because it’s not Jester I want in this bed.
It’s Wraith.
But he’s busy with someone else.
18
Wraith
Ishould chase after her. Instead, for the second time in my life, like an asshole, I watch Jamie walk away.
The bang of the door vibrates the room long after she’s gone. I sit there with Rissa kneeling between my legs and stare at the empty spot where Jamie had stood. I wanted to strike where it would do the most damage. Same as knowing she has one foot out the fucking door punched a hole in me. But holy Christ. For half a second, I thought she was going to rip out my fucking heart with her bare hands.
Death by Jamie’s hand would have been worth it to push her to go wrath of God on me. But nah. She went cold again. Entire universes might collide or some such shit if she gives up her precious control. Doesn’t matter. She’s leaving. Soon as her torturing scumbag of a husband is dead, she’s going to wherever the fuck she’s gotta be, because it sure as hell isn’t here, with me.
And right there is the problem.
The hair across my ass.
In my mind, Jamie has always been mine. Reality is, she walled herself up behind stone and steel, and I can’t touch her. Not even this shit show I staged with Rissa could piss her off enough to lure her out from behind her defenses.
I uncoil Rissa’s hair from around my hand. “Get up.”
She blinks at me, her wide blue eyes hooded from the massive amount of alcohol she consumed. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” I snap.
Everything.
She steadies herself, her long red nails biting into my thighs. “But I thought you said we were going to party.”
I push her away and scrub my hands over my face. “I lied.”
Rissa glances at the door then back at me. “You like her, don’t you?”
“She’s none of your fucking business.” I stand and grab the shirt I discarded when we came shuffling in here after I had enough of seeing Jamie with Ferryman. Once I tug it on, I clamp a hand around Rissa’s arms and pull her out to the hallway. “Let’s go.”
When we reach the main room, I toss her at Havoc, who’s sprawled on a couch. Discord’s on a chair next to him doing some nasty shit to one of the hang-arounds.
Havoc catches her when she tumbles on top of him. Rissa lands on him with a squeak. “For me?” His words are slow and slurred.
“Yeah, man, have at it.”
Feral as fuck, Havoc growls, “Lucky girl.”
No shit.I’ve seen Havoc in action. Rissa won’t be disappointed.
