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Asher:Fuck, I’ve pushed my luck far enough for one day. Time to go. Keep an eye out for my next correspondence. And if you need a safe place to hide, the coordinates to our location are heading your way in a separate message.

Asher gives a two fingered salute and the screen goes black.

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End of transmission.

Chapter

Twenty-Six

MERRI

Ipaced outside of Chaos’s room, fingers knotting in the strings of my hoodie as I chastised myself.

“If you’re not feeling brazen enough to waltz right in, then just knock on the door, Meredith. Jesus.”

The latest round of WWLD—What Would Lilith Do—had led me here. Outside of Chaos’s door, attempting to find the courage to thank him for saving me from a rather tragic end. My memory of the immediate aftermath of the earthquake was a little spotty, but one thing I knew for sure: if Chaos hadn’t got me out, I would have died in that steam room.

He deserved a thank you, at the very least. If he liked me more, I would have even considered hugging him, but since he kissed me in the kitchen, the man had been filled with horny fury. I thought he’d finally reached his breaking point during our training session, but he had the self-control of a saint. Or maybe a eunuch. If I hadn’t felt the proof of his arousal, I would have thought for sure he was a dickless wonder. But nope. His trouser snake was a solid nine inches, at least. And I’d never wanted to be a snake charmer more in my life.

Arousal curled low in my belly at the memory of him on top of me, rocking his hips. God, these men brought out desires I hadn’t let myself entertain since Jimmy.

Shaking my head, I took a steadying breath and just bit the fucking bullet. Three sharp raps on the wood later, I was standing there, holding that breath I took and waiting for Chaos to answer.

Silence was all I got for my trouble.

I knocked again.

He still didn’t answer me.

Was he ignoring me? Or had he gone somewhere?

I reached out and turned the knob, cracking the door open just enough for me to call out, “Hello? Chaos?”

The lack of response, along with the darkness, gave me my answer. No one was home.

I bit down on my lower lip, wondering where he snuck off to. I hadn’t seen him in the main room or the kitchen, so he must be in the gym.

To be fair, Chaos was just about always in the gym, so I probably should have started my search for him down there.

With butterflies dancing in my belly, I headed for the staircase that would lead me down to the remnants of the gym. The penthouse had taken a beating in the earthquake, but at least the walls were still standing.

I hadn’t been back down to this floor since it happened, and I was mentally bracing for the carnage. The last time I’d seen it, chunks of the ceiling and walls had littered the hallway, but I needn’t have bothered. It was miraculously cleared. If not for the cracks in the plaster, I wouldn’t have even known there’d been any damage. While I’d been holed up in my room recovering, the guys had been busy restoring the place to rights.

I kept my footsteps light as I crept to the gym, but once again, Chaos was nowhere to be found. He’d been here though, of thatI was sure. Not only could I smell his spicy cologne, but all the equipment had been reset, and the broken bits of mirror swept and disposed of.

He had to be here somewhere. I hadn’t heard the elevator or anyone moving around, for that matter. Grim had locked himself in his office. Malice was up to his eyeballs in trying to rebuild his destroyed computer. Sin... well, Sin had been keeping a close watch on me until I told him I was taking a nap.

This was like a game of hide-and-seek, except Chaos didn’t know I was it.

Maybe he was working on the spa room. There’d been so much damage to the tiles and the steam sauna. I was sure that kind of repair work took a lot more time and effort. Unbidden, an image of Chaos wearing a pair of low-slung jeans, work boots, and a tool belt came to mind. Mmm. Yes, please. Maybe he’d get hot and have to pull his T-shirt over his head before he tucked it into his belt. The man had a back on him that would make anyone take a second or third look.

Oh my God, Merri. What is wrong with you? Are you in heat or something?

Shaking away the lust, I resumed my search only to spot my prey with a bag slung over his shoulder in front of the elevator. I opened my mouth to call his name, only to watch him walk into the car and smack a button. I peeked up at the numbers above the door to figure out where he was heading, my eyebrows flying up when it showed him going down.

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