Page 31 of Ravaged Soul
When his initial surprise wears off, Hyland’s expression grows positively stormy. He glowers so fiercely at me, I’m almost glad I have Ember still sitting on me, acting as a human shield.
“Is this why you wanted to come in here?” he rumbles.
“What update?” I ask calmly.
“You threatened me with no less than?—”
“Fuck,” Ember cusses in a rush. “The update, Hyland!”
“Madden,” he huffs. “He’s got a lead.”
“Shit. Clothes. I need clothes.”
Ember clambers off me, inelegantly climbing from the mattress to begin searching for clothing. Her breasts bounce with the movement, dragging Hyland’s hard stare from me to her bare limbs.
With a random t-shirt clasped in hand, Ember notices him looking and freezes. “See something you like?”
“Maybe.” His hungry eyes roam over her. “Just didn’t know we were allowed to see it.”
“We’re not,” I rebuke.
“Then care to explain why I had to hear our teammate screaming your fucking name while you ate her like a meal?”
Jaw clenching, I don’t respond.
“Well?” he prompts.
Ember yanks the t-shirt on to cover up then approaches Hyland. His gaze leaves me to peer down at her with pinched olive eyes.
“What’s the lead?”
“I don’t know. He’s sent us a location.”
Jolting upright, I struggle to shift to the edge of the bed. “He’s not at HQ?”
Hyland merely shrugs. “Evidently not.”
I scrub the back of my hand over my mouth. “Shit. Give me five minutes to clean up.”
Ember rushes through pulling the rest of her clothes on, Hyland never taking his eyes off her. She eventually gives him a glance while pulling a pair of socks on her feet.
“What?”
He harrumphs after a sly look shot my way. “You’re riding up front with me.”
CHAPTER 4
EMBER
JOHNNY WANTS TO FIGHT – BADFLOWER
One day,I suspect historians will study how on earth someone like Blaine Madden went from evading law enforcement to summoning them like trained dogs. And to his clandestine, criminal lair, no less. The place Sabre literally tried to shut down.
That fact clearly isn’t lost on Warner. He’s had a face like he’s chewing hornets for the entire drive. Hyland’s grip on the steering wheel is white knuckled too. Neither are happy about being summoned.
“We shouldn’t trust Madden,” Hyland grumbles.
With a sigh, Warner checks his watch. “We’ve had this conversation.”
