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“What kind of tastes?” I blurt out.
He stops, carefully selecting his next words. He turns, rounding the corner, placing his hand around my delicate throat.
Warmth seeps into my core. I’m loyal—I remind myself.
“I don’t think you’re ready for that yet.”
He squeezes tighter, cutting off my air.
“If you insist, I’ll show you later.”
He releases my neck and goes back to his task.
What the Hell does that mean? Remorse settles in my bones. Why did I ask him that? I belong to Lucien. We are married, aren’t we? Or did he lie to me?
I watch him as he cooks, wondering what will come later. I know I need to escape, but I need to eat something first.
Then I can run.
19
Lucien
It’s finally Friday night. The deals are done. Next time, Dante can do this on his own. We are about an hour away from home, and I pull out my phone, scrolling to Varek’s name.
I call him.
No answer.
I call him again.
No fucking answer.
I ball my fist and smash it into the window. Something feels off. I didn’t call him to check in on her because Varek has always been a straight-up guy. He never does anything stupid. But not answering the phone when I call him? That’s fucking stupid.
Pain explodes in my knuckles, but I ignore it. I’m too blind with rage to care if I have shards of glass in my knuckles.
Dante stands next to me, running his hand through his hair.
“What the fuck, man?” He sounds annoyed.
“He’s not fucking answering!” I yell.
I pace back and forth, thinking of what I am supposed to do next.
“Let’s go,” Dante says casually.
I stare at him, dumbfounded.
“Get in the fucking car. We will find her.”
I stop pacing, clenching my fists at my side, my jaw tenses. I feel full of rage. Whoever ends up on the other side of my wrath might not make it out alive, especially if they have touched what’s mine.
I get in the car, sitting on small pieces of glass, but I don’t fucking care. All that I care about is having my little Siren back. She belongs to me, goddammit.
“Fucking drive,” I say to Dante as he watches my internal war.
If anyone wins at war, it’ll be me.
