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I want to laugh.
Getting sex advice from a damn angel.
Shaking my head, I turn and follow him into the main room. “So, what’s the game plan?” I ask.
Ruin looks up from his morning pow wow with Gage. “Helios will be out of the house this evening. There is a gala being held in town. He is on the guest list.”
“Okay.”
He smiles. “You will be attending.”
I blink. “Run that by me again?”
“Most of the high rollers from the auction will be,” he continues. “I want you present to monitor his movements.”
“What about the cases?”
“Sanchez’s second believes them to be secured in the house. In a locked vault.” He takes a sip, eyeing me.
My heart skips. “You want Onyx to go in.”
His head raises, no emotion in his face. “Gage did some research on her. She is a master thief, Caine. We can get her in, she can get the cases, and you can watch Helios.”
I grind my teeth.
Relegated to sentinel duty while they send her into an unknown fortress. Alone.
Red light spills from my eyes.
“Is that a problem?” Ruin asks.
“No, sir,” I grit out.
His black eyes flash, but he jerks his chin. “Go wake her up. We have planning to do.”
I set my barely touched mug on the counter and slip into the dim room. The bed is empty of Onyx’s form and I walk to the bathroom, expecting running water.
There is no sound.
A soft sniff sends my heart into overdrive and I whirl.
A pair of amber eyes peer at me from over the bed.
“Onyx?” She scrubs her face with her hands but doesn’t speak. She was crying. My shoulders droop and I walk to her. “Onyx?”
Still clad in just the small scrap of lace covering her apex, I rake my gaze over her lean frame. Her pert breasts and the wide spread of her hips. I see no injuries on her soft, tan skin. No visible reason for the tears. But I know that not every scar leaves a mark.
I crouch in front of her. “What’s wrong?”
“Sorry,” she tries to smile, but her lip trembles. “Bad dream.”
That is something I understand only too well.
Dropping onto the floor in front of her, I reach and tug down the blanket.
“No. I’m fine,” she says, glistening eyes widening. I still. “Caine …” Her little white teeth dig into her bottom lip. “Can I … Would you give me a hug?”
My throat clogs and I stare at her.
