Page 23 of Bound
“You didn’t have the humans do it?” The retort is harsh.
His eyes dip to me, and one brow raises in a slow arch. I can see the question in his dark gaze.
I want a fight.
No.
I need it.
And Ruin has been taking the brunt since I fucking got here.
I fist my hands and try to force down the rage and desire beating at me. It’s like swallowing a fucking red-hot boulder. But after numerous deep breaths, my head clears enough to function.
“My case here?” I grind out.
“T brought it but the cat is useless with that kind of tech.”
I snort. “He’s a cat. What the fuck did you expect?”
The corner of his mouth curls and he starts deeper into the club.
As we go, my eyes track over the low bar, the open tables in the center of the room, and the faded scent of Black Dream.
“This place cater to more than one appetite?” I ask.
Ruin makes a noise of disgust. “They have community pipes for every table. What do you think?”
My face twists.
What the hell were the Fae Lords doing in a dive like this?
“How sure are we that the Fae were here?” I ask.
Ruin peers around. “I wondered that, too, but T swears he smells them. He caught their scent a block over and we trailed it here.” He casts me a sour look. “The owner said there was a party of well-dressed men in VIP, but he doesn’t keep surveillance.”
“Of-fucking-course not,” I growl and his nod is just as ornery.
At the rear of the building, a diamond-shaped VIP room holds long, leather benches against the walls and a glass floor threaded through with LED lights. Ruin steps up through the curtains meant to block the entrance, and I follow.
In the center of the floor, Tanner and Caine speak in low voices.
I walk over and pluck my fucking electrometer from T’s hands.
He jerks and peers at me. Then stops. “What the fuck are you wearing?”
My eyes dip down and I swear low and long at the Fae tunic covering my torso. “Shit.”
Caine appraises me, his red eyes blazing with hell fire. “You seem tense, Fire Fae.” One long fingered hand reaches for my shoulder. “Want me to rub your back?”
I swat his arm away, my teeth baring in a guttural growl. “Don’t fucking touch me.”
Tanner stares at me out of my peripheral, and Ruin’s silent presence behind me is like the icy waves of the fucking ocean beating at my spine.
I draw in a ragged breath. “I’m not in the mood, track?” I mutter.
Caine’s eyes flash, and his grin is simpering. “Not for me, anyway.”
“I’ll fucking ice you if you don’t back the fuck up.”
