Page 140 of Bonded Chaos

“Switch,” Riordan panted, and another man appeared from underneath the redhead as my brother moved in to take his place.

As the trio shuffled on the four-poster bed, a third man emerged, and I blinked to make sure I wasn’t seeing things.

“What the fuck, Riordan!” I shouted, and they all froze.

My brother turned to face me, his usual carefree air clinging to him as he raised a brow in my direction.

“I would invite you to join us, Brother, but I’m fairly certain Cadence is not the type to share.”

“Get out,” I barked at the onlookers, and they groaned in unison as they scurried around in search of their clothes.

“I was promised an earth-shattering orgasm,” the redhead complained as she slid her dress over her head.

I glanced toward my brother, and the little demon winked.

“Next time, Scarlette,” Riordan cooed, and I had to do a double take.

“Is that Cadence’s maid?”

“Ah, perhaps,” he answered as he gripped the back of his neck.

“Get dressed,” I chuckled as I grabbed his tunic from the floor and tossed it at him.

“So, to what do I owe this poorly timed visit, Ryker?” he asked as he pushed his legs through his trousers.

“I need your help.”

“Oh?”

“Don’t sound so cocky,” I grumbled.

“It’s not every day you recognize my superior intellect,” he teased.

I glanced around to make sure Riordan’s guests were not still lingering within earshot.

“Cadence is one of the Wraith Borne.”

His smile fell, and he moved toward his armchair before dropping into it unceremoniously. He ran his hand through his already tousled hair as he fought to stifle his unease.

The look on his face made my gut clench. I was reminded of the young boy I’d protected from our father’s violent fits of rage.

To say Riordan’s history with the Wraith Borne was complicated would be an understatement.

I crossed the room and took the chair opposite him. Steepling my fingers, I focused on my brother as I prepared to relay everything I knew.

“Someone sent an assassin to kill her, but she took him out before he got the chance. His body is lying on my chamber floor, withered beyond recognition.”

A shudder ran through Riordan, but he met my gaze.

“Is there any other explanation for how she could have killed him? A dark manifestation of her healing abilities, perhaps?”

“She’s one of the Wraith Borne, Riordan. She confirmed it herself.”

“Fuck.”

He blew out a breath as he rubbed a hand over his jaw. I felt much the same as I sank further into the armchair.

“That’s… complicated.”

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