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He snarls, mouth finding mine again and swallowing my sounds.
Still, it’s not enough. There are too many clothes between us. Too much space. I want him inside me. I want him to consume me. Maybe then, I’ll begin where he ends, and no one can ever come between us again.
The door opens.
It’s a sound I’m only mildly aware of and honestly too worked up to even care.
But a voice shatters the breathless silence. “Levi.”
He goes still against me.
His head whips toward the door.
I see Jadick standing in the opening, looking anything but ashamed at walking in on us like this. If anything, he looks weirdly into it. My face heats, and I lower my legs, sliding down the wall so that I’m standing on my own feet.
“What?” Levi demands, his arm still around me.
“There’s been an incident.” Jadick looks between us. “You’re needed in the hangar.”
“Fuck,” Levi mutters, and Jadick glances at me one more time before leaving us alone.
I look up at him, unnerved by the afterglow of our little moment. But he stops me from pulling away, and instead of hauling ass for the hangar, he leans in and gives me a lingering kiss.
“What’s that for?” I whisper.
“For later,” he says and then steps back.
He grabs my hand; a clear message he has no intention of going back to pretending we hate each other. “Come on,” he says. “They’re waiting for us.”
ChapterSeventeen
In the very back of the hangar, a small security contingent forms a loose circle. Grey is one of them, but for once, he doesn’t seem to notice me. He’s too focused on whatever he’s guarding. In the center of the circle, Jadick and Tripp stand over a man on his knees. It takes me until I’m three feet away before I recognize him through all the bruises and dried blood caked across his skin.
“Dirk?” I stare at him in complete shock. The sight of him alive at all is unexpected enough. But how the hell did he gethere?
“You know this guy?” Tripp asks.
Dirk stares up at me with a bleak expression.
I tear my gaze from his and focus on Tripp, who’s clearly waiting, along with Jadick and Levi, for an explanation.
“Not exactly. He was a mark. Crigger hired me to bring him in before…” I don’t finish before I’m turning back to Dirk, eyes narrowed in suspicion. “What the hell are you doing here? And how are you alive?”
“He’s here because this is where he lives.” Levi’s voice is soft but not gentle.
I turn to him, startled. One look at his face, and I realize my knowing Dirk has somehow shattered the trust we’d just rebuilt between us.
“Dirk is a Jade?” I look from Levi to Tripp and finally to Jadick, who doesn’t seem quite so disturbed by my involvement with the bloody dude kneeling at his feet.
“Dirk has been working as an informant for us,” Jadick explains.
“He went dark a couple of weeks ago,” Tripp supplies.
A few possibilities dawn on me, and no matter which one ends up being true, I know I’ve stepped in some shit that makes me look like a real asshole right about now.
“Look,” I say, “Crigger hired me to bring him in. I had no idea what for. I just needed the cash—and to stay on his good side.”
“Because you cared so much what that asshole thought of you,” Tripp says, and I glare at him.
