Page 104 of Our Deceptive Heat

My emotions switch, narrowing to a razor sharp and deadly rage. I glance at the figure leaning against the wall, playing on her phone.

I’m going to kill her. I stand up, pulling free of Nial.

Tony intercepts me half a dozen steps into my charge. I shove at him, but he shoves back.

“Move!”

“No! You listen to me, Mathew. You listen good. That girl is running from more trouble than the four of you have ever seen. She has suffered and plotted her escape. If you search for her loudly, the only thing you’re going to do is set the wolves on her trail. So you shut the fuck up. You stay quiet. You do the tours, and you leave her alone. Because Raines is watching you, and if you lead him to her, you’ll lose her forever.”

I stare at his old eyes. Familiar eyes.

“Haven’t we already? Isn’t that what you said?” I spit at him, hating him for the first time in my life.

“I don’t know. You might have, but I can guarantee you if Raines gets her, you’ll have no hope,” Tony says in a harsh murmur. “Listen, I’ve been looking at your finances, and we need to check, but you might have enough to break the contract with him and cop the fine. Do you want me to find out? Break free from this label?”

“Give up Fate’s Choice so we can find her?”

Tony looks up at me silently. Nial squeezes my forearm, and I see Cadee watching from close by with tears running down her face. Our people. Not just the four of us, but all of us.

“Yes,” I admit. “I want that. I don’t want this if I can’t have it without her.”

I look away from him to Tara. The bitch looks up, and her deranged smile stretches wide. She’s won, she knows she has. But she doesn’t have Ryn.

She won the battle but not the war.

I turn away. “Yes, check. Let’s go talk to the others. We need a plan. And we need to explain because we had a good reason.”

Tony follows me back to the dressing room and closes the door.

He takes in our devastated faces and locks the door.

“I might have been a bit hasty. Tell me exactly what went wrong tonight.”

Getting on the busTyr hired to finish the tour and leaving was one of the most painful things I’ve ever done.

Knowing she was alone, not safe. With people who might hurt her.

It killed me to remain silent, to not speak up as we rolled out.

“Where is Ryn?” Tara asks. She’s sitting back in her chair, her hands pressed to her stomach, smiling smugly. Her eyes, those evil eyes, focused on Tyr.

“She had to go back to the office. She said she’d catch up with us at the next show.”

Tara snorts and lets out a smug little laugh.

I whip my head around and observe her carefully. It would be so easy to kill her right now. Digs grips my wrist, and I turn my head to look at him.

He shakes his head and mouths at me to calm down.

“Her daddy sure was happy to hear he had an omega.”

I freeze. Say fucking what?

“That sickening scent of sugar and cinnamon was driving me crazy. I’m glad not to smell it anymore.” Tara titters, but I see red. I see a bloody haze of war.

My whole body clenches. Oh, god, what has she done? I whip my head around and stare at Envy. His rigid shoulders, the horror in his eyes.

Tyr stands up and walks to the front of the bus and leans over the driver’s shoulder. He whispers something, and Immanuel nods his head. The bus pulls to the side of the road and stops.

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