Page 115 of The Outlaw's Savage Revenge

I should keep my distance, just until tomorrow. What happened by the pickup—losing control like that—can’t happen again. If Scar catches even a flicker of weakness, Luna could become a fixation. Or worse, a target. And Kat? Kat would lose her shit.

I picture Luna’s face when she realizes I’m avoiding her. She’ll be confused. Pissed. But I’ll make her understand—tomorrow. We’ve got all day to make up for one night of separation.

Thethought of finally sinking into her tight, demanding heat again makes my blood simmer. My hands curl into fists against the table as my resolve wavers dangerously.

And then. . . Fuck it.

Not even two minutes later, I push off from the table and head downstairs.

“. . . playing with you.” I halt at the door as I overhear Scar’s smooth, seductive baritone. I can’t see them, but they sound like they’re on the couch.

“Oh, I don’t mind being played with at all,” Luna’s voice is equally teasing. “Besides, he just needs to drop me off at a safe place. Then I’m sure I’ll be nothing but a blip in his rearview mirror.”

“A safe place?” Scar’s voice sharpens. “Did he say where?”

“No. Not that I expected him to,” she replies. “Isn’t that how WITSEC works?”

My mouth curves into a faint smile, unsure whether to feel proud of her quick thinking or worried about how convincingly Luna lies. I take another step, and the back of Scar’s head becomes visible.

Scar immediately inclines his head and nods twice, his subtle way of showing me he knows I’m around. While it works great for us on jobs, I’ve never understood how Scar can sense me. Or move so stealthily.

“WITSEC.” He scoffs. “Sure. Let’s call it that.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Luna challenges.

“Look around, darling. You’re in my home. Cade is wounded, which means there’s only one person who can keep you safe right now.”

“And that’s you?”

“Ouch. Have you seen me? I work just like him—only I’m the better rested and significantly less stabby version.”

A laugh bubbles out of her, and she retorts. “Something tells me that last part just isn’t true.”

Scar chuckles. “Can you just let me have my moment, Luna?”

“Okay, Boy Scout.” Luna teases.

“So, when you said you didn’t mind being played with just now . . .”

She cuts in, “I meant your brother.”

“Great. Just making sure I wouldn’t get tackled by someone half my size. It’d be embarrassing, to say the least.”

Luna’s throaty laugh is a little too quick. Too brittle. And I’ve heard enough. I step fully into the room to find Scar sitting next to Luna, one arm casually draped over the back of the couch, the other cradling a drink.

Typical Scar—making himself comfortable in my life. My jaw tightens as a cold, bitter regret twist through me, edged with something darker.

I created this.Made him this way. I gave him everything.

And now it’s time to start taking it back.

Our gazes lock in a silent exchange. Scar’s easy smile doesn’t reach his eyes, and I don’t miss the tension in his jaw. He wants her. Badly.

But it’s Luna who holds my attention, her body language giving her away. She’s pretending to be relaxed, but there’s a simmering tension in the way her hands rest on her knees, the set of her shoulders.

She’s angry.Good. Get in line, baby. I want to kick my own ass for cloning myself, too.

“You okay, Luciana?” I move to the bar, deliberately turning my back on the sight of her with Scar.

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