Page 85 of Savage Reign

“Baby,” I said, taking a step toward her.

She backed up a step. “I don’t want to be distracted by you.”

I nodded and looked down at the coffee table. “Your grandpa left you something.”

“He did?” she asked, voice soft. “What did he leave me?”

“A shipping port.”

She frowned. “A shipping port?”

“Have you ever heard of Stocken Isle?” Killian asked.

The way her face twisted told me she hadn’t. She shook her head.

Killian continued, “It’s a private and small shipping port located in California, and it has become crucial in overseas dealing, mostly because of its location.”

“You mean drug dealings,” Mila said quietly.

Of course she would catch on quickly. My girl was smart as fuck.

“Among other things,” Maverick said.

Her face blanched, and she looked at him. “Humans?”

Maverick shook his head, and her shoulders visibly relaxed. “It could have been possible some decades before. But right now, Stocken Isle is managed by a lawyer your grandpa appointed as the executor of his fortune.”

Mila’s face pinched. “But you said my grandpa left it to me?”

Maverick tapped his hand once on the side of his leg. “Yes, but your inheritance doesn’t come to you until your twenty-fifth birthday.”

Her breath caught. “That’s less than two months away.”

“It’s either your twenty-fifth birthday, or if you marry before that, then that inheritance will go to your husband.”

She didn’t say anything to Maverick’s words. I shifted, wanting to get close to her, but I didn’t think she would want that now.

“My husband?”

Maverick nodded. “That’s why Sebastian has been doing whatever it took to get to you. He needed to marry you before your twenty-fifth birthday. He’s getting desperate.”

She looked at us, her eyes moving from Maverick to me, then to Killian, and back to Maverick. “What about you? Are you desperate too?”

I blinked, trying to make sense of her words. Did she… What the fuck?

“What the fuck?” Killian said, echoing my thoughts. “You think that’s why we’ve looked for you? Why we want you so badly we could scarcely breathe without you in our sight? You really think that?”

She took a step back, then another, taking her further away from me. I didn’t fucking like the distance. I made a move to reach for her, but she shook her head, halting me. “Isn’t that the case? Were you just using me?” Her voice cracked at the end, and I clenched my fists. A fucking knife to the chest would have been less painful.

“Angel, do you really believe that?”

“I… I don’t know what to believe anymore.” She looked at me, devastation and heartbreak in those sea-colored eyes of hers. “I mean, from the beginning, we never made sense. You said youwent looking for me in New Orleans to kill me. But you couldn’t. You got obsessed? How does that even work?”

I took one small step toward her. She didn’t back away. “Mila, we didn’t even know about your inheritance until two nights ago. And if that was what we were after, you would have been married to one of us by now, with or without your consent.”

Her breath caught, and I didn’t know if the reaction was from marriage being mentioned or the fact that we could have made her marry us. We wouldn’t fucking do it. And I supposed marriage was off the fucking table now, at least until she was sure of our feelings for her.

“How did you find out?” she asked.

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