Page 49 of Revenge Saints
“Don’tsweetheartme,” she cuts him off, eyes burning. “You all just passed women around? Is that normal? Before the plague?”
There’s more pain in her than I expected, and it hits harder than any scream could.
I meet her eyes.
“We didn’t live a normal life, pet,” I say gently, but the anger in her eyes? It’s nothing like I’ve seen before. She’s hurt. Furious.
She’s about to rip into us.
Her fingers tap the table like a ticking bomb, the other hand clenched into a fist.
“What was yourabnormallife before the plague, Knox?” She asks sharply, eyes locked on me like she’s ready to tear through flesh and bone for the truth.
Yeah.
We’re fucked.
“You already know what happened, the mission, Roman,” I start, trying to act like I don’t get what she’s really asking.
“Don’t,Reaper.” Finger pointed right at me.
And fuck me, she really needs to stop saying my codename like that because my cock reacts instantly, like a goddamn traitor.
“What do you want to know?” Ryker asks, and I shoot him a glare.
Great. Just fucking great. This is about to go downhill fast.
Aspen’s eyes are on me, hard and demanding. “What was your life like before the plague? Girlfriends? Wives?Kids?”
My brows shoot up.
“Why the hell are you looking atme? Do I look like the type to settle down with a picket fence and two kids?” I snap, sharper than I mean to.
She rolls her eyes, muttering something under her breath.
“I don’t know! I don’t knowshitabout any of you.”
She whips around and points at Max. “Are you British? Australian? What even are you?”
Max blinks. “I,”
“And how the hell did you end up in an American military unit?”
For fuck’s sake…
I rub a hand down my face. This conversation’s about to take a whole damn hour.
But then she turns back to me, eyes blazing.
“And you and Dante shared?”
The words slam into me.
“Shared what, exactly? Hookups? Girlfriends?”
Shit.
My jaw tightens. Max shifts beside me. Ryker goes silent.
