Page 115 of Broken Wolf Heart
His palm cups my cheek, his thumb stroking the corner of my mouth. “You did that. You gave her the way out.”
I shrug, but my chest aches. “I thought maybe… if she had the chance, she’d take it.”
“You were right. And I—” He swallows hard. “Thank you.”
A beat passes. Then I ask, quieter, “Does that make up for letting someone else know about the house?”
A small, wry smile twitches at the corner of his mouth. “Yes.”
“Even though Razor also now knows where our private sanctuary is and probably won’t ever give us a moment’s peace there?”
He snorts. “That asshole’s never given me peace anywhere else.” His gaze darkens, not with anger but something else. Something predatory.
I blink against the sudden sting behind my eyes.
“You okay?” I ask him.
His brows furrow. “Not completely.”
“Grey…”
He shuts his eyes and opens them again. They’re clearer now. “But I’m better when I’m with you.”
The words hit me like a heartbeat I forgot I was missing. I lean in and kiss him—soft and lingering.
When I pull back, his hands find the zipper on my dress.
I don’t stop him.
“I missed you,” he murmurs as the fabric slips down my shoulders.
“I’m right here.”
“You were amazing today.” He kisses the curve of my neck. “A true leader.”
“I couldn’t afford to fall apart.”
“You can now. If you need to.”
I grip the hem of his shirt and tug it up.
He lets me, his skin warm under my fingers. He cups my face as I lean in, our lips brushing again and again until I can’t remember what air tastes like without him.
We move toward the bed in a slow, reverent tangle. My wolf is quiet for once. Soothed by his scent, his touch.
We climb into bed, half-dressed and half-drunk on each other. His hands are on my hips, mine in his hair, and our breathing turns shallow.
We talk between kisses. Fragments of our feelings. Fears. Dreams. As much as I don’t want to talk about Vincenzo while we’re naked in bed together, it’s where the conversation inevitably leads.
“He accused us of murdering Alvaro,” I whisper. “On camera. In front of the press.”
Grey’s jaw tightens. “Let him. It’s not like we didn’t do it.”
I snort. “That’s not comforting.”
“I talked to Crow.”
“How is he?” I ask.
