Page 86 of Made for Cyn
“She’s fine,” he says harshly.
“No.” Staring into his burning eyes, I buck against him, thrashing for all I’m worth. “She’s not fine.”
He tries to push me inside the vehicle, but I flail and kick my feet, panic and euphoria surging through me until I’m dizzy.
“Fuck, hold still,” he barks.
“Fuck off,” I wheeze, closing my eyes against the fiery need surging through me. Cyn is holding me, and I’ve craved his arms so fucking badly, but I’ve done too many things, and I’m trapped, and I can’t leave Iris behind.
“Rain!”
“No, I’m not leaving without her,” I cry as Bastion appears from the tree line.
“Fuck! Bastion,” Cyn swears, and Bastion gives me a rude look before turning back with a stiff expression. Shit, he’s a frightening dude.
Stilling, I watch Bastion disappear into the trees and relax before collapsing in Cyn’s arms. I have nothing left to give, and I’m in so much pain that I’m panting as he sets me against the SUV with a roll of his eyes before leaning against the vehicle beside me.
His shoulder brushes mine and glancing at him sideways, I note his furrowed brow and narrowed eyes. With a wry smile, I look away because I could use a damn hug, reassurance, something, but even as Cyn continues to fight for me, he’s as distant as though he’s still up at the Point. And I’m fucking spun out from the mixed messages.
Once Iris appears, slung over Bastion’s shoulder, she gives me a nasty glare, and I slide into the vehicle beside where Bastion deposits her none too gently.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t want you to be alone,” I whisper into the silence.
Her eyes are wide before she smiles, but the irises remain hard and dark when she says quietly, “I can take care of myself, Rainy.”
Blinking back tears, I sniffle. “But you shouldn’t have to.”
The guys pretend they can’t hear us as she sighs and leans her head on my shoulder. “What happened to your eye?”
“I punched a bitch.” She laughs, and I smile.
Cyn huffs beside me, and I turn to him with an acidic expression that he ignores as we drive away.
“My car,” Iris mutters, but I feel her relax the same as I because these boys may be assholes, but we feel safe enough to let down our guard.
Which is why I immediately fall asleep, exhaustion pulling at my bones, and only when Iris shifts beside me do I wake, blushing to the roots of my hair to find myself plastered to Cyn’s chest.
It’s so sinful that I fight a shiver and pull away as casually as possible, glancing around with a yawn. “Where are we?”
“Home,” Cyn says, but this isn’t his house, more of a cabin in the woods.
Avoiding his no doubt victorious expression, I exit behind Iris and follow Jig, leading the way, with Bastion behind him. Iris slides her arm through mine as we approach, with Cyn taking up the rear.
Inside is a cozy front room with an oversized couch, television, and wood tables, beside which is a nice full-sized kitchen with a sizable table and chairs. Beyond it is a wide sliding glass door currently dark from the inside, and to the right is a wooden staircase leading to a second floor, under which is a shadowed hallway.
Iris pulls me down to the couch, and with a groan, I follow, suppressing a wince. Jig circles around beside me and pulls me into his arms. I’m too tired to protest as Bastion pulls Cyn aside with a fierce frown, and they disappear into the hallway.
“Uh-oh,” I murmur when Iris’ name floats down the hall.
“Whatever,” she says, “I’m too tired to care.”
But I can hear the pain in her voice, and it makes my chest clench painfully because these guys don’t understand. Hell, I don’t even understand. She’s experienced things I hope I never have to, and it’s this that inspires me to smooth my fingers through her hair, my heart hurting for my fiercely lost cousin.
She may be making all sorts of bad decisions, but I suspect beneath them all is a desperation to make John and his perfidy end. How can I blame her for that?
Jig snuggles me close, and I doze off in his warm embrace, only waking again when Cyn picks me up, carries me down the hall, and deposits me on a bed.
Snuggling into the covers, I drowse while he undresses me, only to shoot awake when he grabs for my shirt. Shit. Pulling it back down over my ass, I ignore his questioning expression and drop back on the bed on my stomach, a sleeping position I’ve become all too familiar with.
