Page 194 of Hexed
He grins over at me. “When we’re done with this, I’m going to fuckyou.”
A laugh breaks out of me. “You’re so romantic.”
“We haven’t had our makeup sex.” He pouts. “I’m still pissed. I plan to take it out on every part of your body.”
Arousal shoots through me at the thought. “Promise?”
“Guaranteed.” He side-eyes me, then looks back out at the road. “So what’s the plan when we get there?”
I look over at him with an arched brow. “You mean you don’t have one?”
“This is your show, baby. I’m just along for the ride.”
I frown. “What about your father?”
The lighthearted moment dissipates at my question, and his face drops into a scowl. “He’s been handled. It’s over.”
“I’m sorry.” I’m not. Not really, but I am sorry he had to be the one to do it.
“He had to die anyway. It was the only way.”
“Fisher told him I was with you. He only knew because of me, because I said things to Fisher I shouldn’t have.”
His brows lift, and he nods. “Then I’m really not sorry I killed him because it’s his fault you were in danger.”
A pang of hurt punches my chest. Even though Fisher betrayed me, even though he chose Aria over me, I’m still sad he’s gone.
“Also,” I say, “you should know it was your bitch assistant, Jessica, who actually kidnapped me, so if you haven’t killed her yet, I’d appreciate you letting me have the honor.”
His fingers tighten on the steering wheel. “Jessica?”
I shrug. “Yeah. Your dad had her under his thumb, I guess.”
“Noted.” His jaw clenches.
And then he laughs at me.
I cut him a glare. “What’s so funny?”
He lifts a shoulder. “I’m just…Jessicabested you? Baby, you’ve gotta get better at paying attention to your surroundings.”
Irritation slithers up my spine and wraps around my middle. I am going to kill her extra hard just for that.
Enzo puts the car in Park when we pull up to the cabin, turning the engine off and letting the world go quiet. We sit for a few minutes, and he reaches over, grabbing my hand in his and squeezing. “You ready?”
“As ready as I’ll ever be.”
We get out of the car and make our way to the door. It’s unlocked, so we walk inside, and even though I’ve only been here once after begging Bastien to bring me, I vaguely remember the layout. Not that it matters because even if I didn’t, Bastien’s easy to find.
He’s in the kitchen by himself, demolishing a sandwich, the Kingston family painting propped up in front of him on the square table. He gives us both a chin jerk when we walk into the room. “Oh good, you’re alive,” he says after he chews.
“Was there ever any doubt?” I grin at him.
“And Fisher?”
Another shot to the heart. I shake my head, my fingers aching to pick at each other.
He grunts and gives me a knowing look. “He would have let you die, V. You don’t have to feel bad for how things went down.”
