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Payment: 500k
Special Request: Poison only
I hesitate before hitting send, but with Torin leaning over my shoulder, I have no choice. I click ‘Submit’ and watch as the request is processed.
“Excellent,” Torin says, a wicked grin spreading across his face.
I’m about to stand up when a message flashes on the screen: Accepted.
I look up at Torin, his face grim, and he nods.
“Now we wait.”
36
TORIN
The only thingI can glean from my warlock brother is that he is a little bit anxious about this. There is nothing else to tell me if he is worried about this trap I'm setting for Poison because she is Ivy, and I want to force his hand. Do I think Poison will take me out? She'll give it a damn good go, I'm sure. But seeing as I know it's coming, that should be enough to make sure she doesn't send me blowing in the wind. But Tate is the wildcard here. Why isn't he coming clean about her? That's when a thought forms in my mind, and I smile slowly.
"What?" Tate asks, instantly recognising that something sinister is about to happen. His green eyes narrow, muscles tensing as if preparing for a fight.
"Just wondering if I should order a hit on that blonde bitch you're screwing? Maybe it will make you get your head back in the game if she is no longer inthe picture." I keep my tone casual, but there's a dangerous edge to my words.
All the blood drains from his face, and that pretty much seals that. His reaction is more visceral than I expected, confirming my suspicions. Almost.
"What was her name again?" I press, watching him squirm.
"Fuck you," Tate snarls, his voice low and menacing. "If you or anyone else lays one finger on her, I will rip your insides out piece by piece, slowly and with extreme malice."
I lean back in my chair, watching Tate carefully. His reaction is interesting. More intense than I expected. The veins in his neck are pulsing, his hands clenched into tight fists. "My, my. Quite protective of this one, aren't we? I thought she was just another fuck."
Tate's jaw clenches, his eyes flashing dangerously. A spark of magick crackles between his fingers, barely contained. "Leave her out of this, Torin. She has nothing to do with any of it."
I smirk, enjoying how easy it is to get under his skin. The air in the room feels charged, thick with tension. "Oh, I think she has everything to do with it. You've been distracted and unfocused, and now you're threatening me over some random female? That's not like you, brother."
Bram watches our exchange with keen interest, his eyes flicking between us. His dark fae energy ripplesjust beneath the surface, feeding off the growing conflict.
Tate stands abruptly, sending the chair scooting back with a harsh screech against the floor. "I'm done with this conversation. You want me to focus on catching Poison? Fine. But Ivy stays out of it. End of discussion."
Ivy.Hmm. The name rolls around in my mind, pieces of a puzzle slowly clicking into place.
As Tate storms out of the room, his magick leaving a crackling trail in his wake, I call after him, "We'll see about that."
Once Tate is gone, Bram turns to me with a raised eyebrow, curiosity dancing in his violet eyes. "You really think this girl is important?"
I nod slowly, a plan already forming in my mind. "Oh, I think she's very important. In fact..." A slow, cruel smile spreads across my face, fangs glinting in the low light. "I think we may have just discovered Tate's Achilles heel."
"This girl?" Bram says again, disbelief colouring his tone. I know it's because he thinks she is an insignificant speck in the vortex of Poison in his mind, and half of me wants to pull the band-aid off, but the other part of me needs that 0.1% confirmation.
In a flash of vampire speed, I leave Bram behind as I fly out of the backdoor and over the fence at the back. The wind whips past me as I push myself to my limit to get to Ivy's house before Tate does. The worldblurs around me, streets and buildings melting into a kaleidoscope of colour and shadow.
Seeing the house where I found Tate the other night in view, I leap over the neighbour's gate and leverage myself to scale the wall to the connecting rooftop. The rough brick scrapes against my palms, but I barely notice, my focus entirely on my goal.
Seeing Tate strolling along, trying to look unhasty in case we followed him, I smile and drop down to the window ledge at the front of the house to peer inside. What I see makes my cock go hard, a low growl rumbling in my chest.
Ivy is naked on the bed, writhing around as she sees to herself, nearing an orgasm that looks like it is about to rock her world. Her pale skin gleams in the soft lamplight, a light sheen of sweat making her body glisten.
I watch as Ivy's back arches off the bed, her fingers working frantically over her clit. Her breasts heave with each panting breath, nipples hard and begging to be touched. Her face is a mask of ecstasy, lips parted in silent pleasure.
