Page 42 of Knot your Princess
He brushes his lips over mine and then, like a flash, sits back down at the table as Enzo returns.
“Oh, there you are,” he says.
I hobble back to the table with one shoe still off and sit, working my foot into it.
“Everything okay in here?” he adds fiercely.
“Yeah, I’m tired,” I murmur. “Thanks for dinner.” I stand up again after I’ve excused myself and quickly disappear. I must be exuding my scent all over the place, and Enzo is no fool.
Ducking back into my bedroom, I close the door, leaning against it, catching my breath. I catch sight of Trent’s t-shirt grab it, holding it to my nose to inhale his lingering scent.
“What am I doing?” I mutter, dragging my clothes off so I can slip into the bed and sleep away this madness. I’m so confused. I like Trent, and we are so compatible, but it’s all so sudden. But isn’t that the best way? To be swept off your feet?
I guess time will tell.
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Cain
Ilook up from my place on the floor in my bedroom when there is a knock at the door. Hoisting myself to my feet and grabbing the towel to wipe the sweat off my brow from the exercise, I open it and say, “Finally.”
Quinn smirks at me. “Not here to kick your arse, you fucking prick. Need you to roll out. Nico found Sugar.”
I nod and pull my black tee back on. There’s no time to shower and change. I’ll just have to do this all hot and sweaty. “What’s the plan?”
“Well, you, Atlas, Franco and Luca are going to get her. Fail, and we’ll speed up the waiting and get your death over with. Cesca doesn’t have Sugar’s location yet, so this is hush-hush. Clear?”
“Yep.” I follow him down the corridor. “Wait. Why is Atlas tagging along?”
“He’s an asset.”
Quinn’s reply is short and leaves zero room for argument.
I will get more out of a stone wall than our prime alpha, so I let it go and follow him down the corridor to where Atlas is already waiting with Franco and Luca. It pisses me off that I’m the last to arrive.
“What kept you?” Atlas drawls.
“Fuck you.”
There just isn’t another response I can come up with. Maybe at 3AM tomorrow morning, but now? Yeah, not happening.
“Play nice and get my girl back,” Quinn says with a warning in his tone, turning back to glare at me. “Nico will send you the address.”
“No, Nico is going with them,” Nico says.
Turning around, I see him dressed much like me in a black tee and combat pants. Apart from the slight favouring of his left side, you’d never know he’d been shot.
“Are you fuck,” Quinn barks. “Get back in bed.”
“You are not pretty enough to make that demand,” Nico retorts with a smirk. “I’m going for Sophia, and you can’t stop me.”
“If she gets hurt because of your injury…”
“Then I will kill myself before you reach me.”
“Damn straight.”
They glower at each other as the rest of us roll out of the front door of the compound and head for the black van idling in the driveway.
