Page 59 of Revenge Saints
“Ethan wanted to kill her,” she breathes. “He wanted to use her to destroy the BloodHawks. I told Roman she could be the key to make you surrender.”
She bites her lip, realizing she’s said too much.
Too fucking late.
“A way to kill us,” I finish for her.
And she doesn’t deny it.
“You and Roman have the base now,” I say, pushing off the wall with a grunt, ignoring the way my shoulder feels like it’s tearing apart from the inside. “Why the fuck do you still need Aspen?”
Bryn doesn’t answer. She turns her back like a fucking coward.
I press harder, “You said you cared about her…”
Finally, she exhales, slow and tired, and turns to face me.
“I do care for her,” she says. “I think she’d be safer here. She could have a normal life, even fall in love and have a normal relationship.”
There’s venom buried under her sweetness. It stings, and she knows it.
Because in some dark, ugly place in my chest… I know she’s not entirely wrong.
Aspen deserves more than four broken men who cling to her like lifelines.
She deserves everything.
Bryn sees it. She smells it. She fuckingfeedson it.
“You know I’m right,” she presses, stepping closer, like she’s tasting blood now. “Here she could have a real life. Help us build something new. She’s young, Dante. She could even,” She whispers,soft and slicing, “get pregnant.”
I see fuckingred.
“What the fuck, Bryn?” I roar, the sound ripping the room apart.
The thought of anyone else touching Aspen, seeing her naked, tasting her skin, it feels like my chest is being torn open with rusted blades.
Bryn laughs.
That cold, vicious sound slicing straight through me.
“Oh, Dante,” she sneers. “Don’t pretend you care about her. You don’tloveher. You just love the idea of owning her. Possessing her.”
Her laugh cuts sharper than any knife, and it takes everything in me not to shove her against the fucking wall and crush the sound out of her.
“I don’t own her,” I snap, then stop, choking on the truth sitting at the back of my throat.
But she catches it. Of course she does.
Her smile twists, dark and feral. “Oh shit,” she breathes, delighted. “You love her.”
It’s not a question. It’s a weapon.
“And she loves Knox,” she mocks, dripping with poison, “not you.”
The words hit harder than I expect.
Even knowing she’s using them to gut me… It still lands like a fucking bullet.
