Page 21 of Bound
Chapter 8
Gage
I leave Amoret’s door cracked and walk back down the stairs. My fists ache to punch something. To break bone or rend flesh.
Anything besides seeing another fucking tear fall from her beautiful eyes.
My hip presses into the gaping steel stairwell, and I scrub a hand over my face. It was such a mistake to dine with her. But her curt response to her lady-in-waiting, her refusal to take even basic sustenance …
I cut one glance at her willowy frame and saw red.
The order I gave to her women was arrogant. From a mindset that I thought was long gone from my system. It was pompous. Riddled with everything I loathe about the Folk and then …
I forced Amoret to eat like I had any right to do so. Giving her orders and just expecting her to follow them.
She is a true lady, allowing the slip and pretending not to notice my faux pass. But her eyes were so large as I held the fork to her lips. So innocent and …
I took advantage of her sweetness like a fucking brute.
Fire rolls through me, near to bursting from my skin with my self-loathing. I force it down, choking on the tendrils of heat as my phone buzzes in my pocket. I pull it free. “Whitehorn,” I snarl.
“Hey, G,” Tanner rumbles. “We think we’ve located where the Fae Lords were taken from.”
My body goes taut. “Where?”
“A club downtown.”
I race down the stairs. “Text me the addie.”
Silence.
“I don’t know if that’s a good idea, Gage,” he hedges. “Ruin wants you there.”
My growl would make a shifter proud. “I can’t fucking keep sitting here with my thumb up my ass.”
“Maybe Horan or—”
“Yeah, send the fucking angel,” I snap. “Something.”
Horan’s pure heart wouldn’t make someone as innocent as Amoret uncomfortable. He wouldn’t put her in a hard position to pretend to be nice. Hell, he wouldn’t think about how lush her lips are. Or how he wants to feel them under his. Feel her small pink tongue over his …
My heart beats so loud I wait for it to burst through my sternum.
“G? You there?”
“Send the angel, Tanner.” My voice comes out in a raw croak. One that makes the nearest guard, Vish, look up. I turn my back on him. “T … Just for a few hours. I need …”
What I need, I can never have.
My head hangs.
Tanner’s sigh is soft. “Let me see what I can do.”
“Send me the address.”
“I’m going, I’m going,” he grumbles, and the line goes dead.
I clasp the phone tighter in my hand and lower it back to my side.
