Page 215 of Bliss & Her Idols

“Patience.” Immortal grins. “We only have until tomorrow night, when that music executive will be turning up to claim me. She’s a bitch who has been creeping on me since I put out my first single. But the Idols would bloody die for both you and me, Charming, and they’ve been drilled like cadets their entire lives. An army of pissed off dancers and singers is more dangerousthan the Alphas on this estate know. They’ll do whatever is needed. They’re loyal.”

This is going to work.

All of a sudden, I hear a noise at the door.

Shit, is someone listening?

Startled, I look to Torin.

“Charming,” Immortal warns at the same time as Jin does.

Torin’s expression transforms in the moment, freezing over into an icy fury.

Dominant pheromones roll off him, powerfully enough to make Cricket wind his arms around me.

We’re both shaking.

Yet neither of us are scared of Torin.

Torin’s Alpha strength is used to protect his family and not abuse his power over us.

But anyone who hurts us had better watch out.

Torin snarls, marching to the door.

He waits just for a moment with his hand on the doorknob. He breathes deeply, taking a deep sniff to test who is on the other side.

Then his expression becomes even deadlier.

My heart rate picks up.

I scoot to the headboard beside Jin, dragging Cricket with me.

Has the eavesdropper heard everything that we’ve said? Our plan?

Are we fucked?Caught?

Who is on the other side of the door?

CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

Torin’s Bedroom, Idol Estate

Torin wrenches open the door, before grabbing a smaller man by the front of his shirt and dragging him inside. Then he slams the door shut and pins the man against it by his throat.

“Rory.” Immortal winces, sitting up. "You muppet.”

Wait, why is Immortal looking happy to see the curly haired Alpha, who is shaking under the weight of his brother’s glower?

My heart is in my throat.

Rory has already betrayed Torin once. How much has he heard?

If Rory tells on Torin to his sister, before our plans are in place, then our lives are over.

How can we trust him?

“Rory,” Torin rolls out each letter of his brother’s name with enough cool dominance to make it sound like a threat. “Listening at doors is rude.”

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