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“But it is my fault.” His eyes are so filled with pain and guilt that mine fill with tears.
“We all make mistakes.” I kiss his forehead softly.
Ryker shifts me away from Zuben. “Get off your knees, mate,” he says. “Have some fucking dignity.”
Zuben looks up at him, and then stands.
“No sense wallowing in the past,” Ryker says. “We need to bust out of here. So let’s hear all these supposed escape plans.”
Axe takes me by the shoulders, and shifts me behind him. “Someone’s here.”
Chapter Twenty-Five
Ember
The guys forma wall of muscle between the cave’s entrance and me. In spite of Zuben’s trip to the supply room, he’s the only one clothed, although I’m at least wrapped in the blanket.
“Who is it?” Zuben asks.
Axe sniffs the air, and then his back shudders.
“Fuck! It’s Octavia.” Ryker’s body tenses, and he turns quickly. “Where are those fucking jeans?”
He grabs the pair Zuben tossed to him earlier, and shoves one leg inside, but it’s clear they’re cut too tight for his powerful thighs so he gives up.
“What do we have here?” A female voice comes from the entrance, and while it has a soft, feminine quality, it fills the room and sends fear icing through me.
Ryker grabs my wrist. “Stay down. Hide.”
I drop to the furs and curl under the blanket, like a toddler playing hide and seek. I doubt this will fool anyone, never mind a vampire they say has so much power, but it’s not like I’ve got other options.
“Ryker, I see you have found accomplices,” the female voice says and her tone is at once soft and cruel. “I assume these are the vampires who freed you from your bondage?”
There’s something unique about her voice that makes me both drawn to her and fearful. Her voice is familiar, like coming home, but it also sends a chill of terror down my spine. I haven’t yet seen this vampire, and I’m terrified.
With my index finger, I lift the edge of the blanket, giving me a partial view of the group gathered on the other side of the room.
“Ryker, I see from the state of you that I arrived as you were preparing to fuck.” There is no doubt of the cruelty in her voice now, and she turns toward Axe. “And given the big one’s state of undress and tumescence, I assume it is his ass you were about to pound?”
Axe growls.
“Oh, heissmashing,” she says. “Have we met, hairy man with the fabulous growl?”
“You don’t remember?” Axe’s voice is tight, strange.
“Oh, I’m sorry, darling,” Octavia says with false sweetness. “Have I already had the pleasure of that massive cock? I’ve fucked a lot of men. Can’t expect me to remember them all.”
Axe growls again.
“Careful, Axe,” Ryker says.
The woman turns her attention back to my pirate. “Your furry lover is a littleroughfor my taste, but that salami between his legs…” She whistles. “That thing looks even bigger than my ex-husband’s.”
“Come, Vittorio,” she says. “Get out your cock so I can compare.”
“Fuck off!” A voice that’s clearly Psycho’s comes from somewhere behind her, but I can’t see him, can’t see any of them from my hiding place.
Was it Psycho who told her where to find us?
