Page 11 of Chandelier Sin
“Being part of the takeover?” He waggled his brows playfully. “Makes me feel alive. You?”
I assumed he was joking—he hated drama. Or any kind of confrontation, for that matter. Which was probably why Jake conceded and let him have Amelia, because he knew the chance of Greyson finding love in this world was one in a trillion.
I tried to ignore his question.
He didn’t leave it alone. “You’ve been vague about your incentive to own this place.”
Reset the balance.
Undo the damage of failing to save the one person I owed everything to. Placing myself in harm’s way in her memory might just bring the peace I’d craved since she died.
Since you let her die, asshole.
“Well?” he asked.
“Breaks up the monotony.”
He squinted at me. “How’s your sleep?”
I gave a shrug—who needed sleep when there were enough adventures in the day to keep my mind safe from night terrors.
Ironically, with Pendulum, I was swapping one night terror for another.
“I’m fine,” I lied.
“Are you, though?”
“Maybe Jake’s right about Amelia.” I glanced over at him. “Maybe you should reconsider keeping her.”
He walked away.
I’d shut that down and shut him out—because the only way to cope with my past was to forget it.
Perhaps leveling this place was the best move.
I called after Greyson. “Where are you going?”
He paused and looked back at me. “Don’t want to be around when they discover their submissives are gone.”
Someone had to tell them the show was over.
Apparently, it was me.
“Meet me in the main bar,” I added.
“Sounds good.”
“Glenfiddich,” I said dryly. “Eighteen-year-old single malt.”
“Excellent.”
I had expensive tastes; he knew that, and he could put it on his tab. Greyson owed me the entire damn bottle for leaving me to handle this.
Handle them.
This lair of savage lions.
Ilonged to seehimagain.
