Page 60 of Forsaken Devotion: Part 2
His steps followed mine until he caught up to my shorter gait and matched it.
“Where did you put him?”
“In the shed out back.” I stopped in the middle of the gravel in front of the house. His truck sat parked with the back door open. Blood stained the seat, and an indent of something being dragged parted the pebbles.
“You should have said that sooner, too,” I scowled and careened to the left, taking the path around the house.
The entire time, he kept up with my strides.
“Tell me about Verity?” His abrupt question stopped me mid-step. I gawked up at him, my brain struggling to catch up.
I couldn’t help but burst into laughter. He watched me with a scowl.
“She’s so not going to go for you, but good luck,” I snorted, swiping the corner of my eye. He was going to be stunned when he found out she was staying here.
“Why?” He scowled, and his eyebrows furrowed hard.
“She likes her men . . . a lot older.” I studied the disappointed slope of his mouth. “But . . . you might be able to get her to agree to a fling.” I wiggled my eyebrows. The last relationship Verity had was with the guy twenty years her senior. He used to send her tons of money. We used to go crazy ordering from the commissary.
Alex frowned, seeming much more serious than I thought he’d be. Did he actually like her? That would be kind of awesome. If Verity joined the family . . . I was getting ahead of myself.
Like, way ahead of myself.
“Go for it, but treat her right.” I narrowed my eyes pointedly. “Both of us know how to get rid of a body.” Without waiting for his response, I continued to the shack. The only one that came to mind was the one in the farthest corner of the backyard. It was adjacent to the houses behind our house. He remained silent on the rest of the short walk. The muffled shouting became more apparent with each step.
“He must have woken up.”
I nodded at Alex’s comment, slowing at the entrance. Alex got in front of me to open the door. He froze when Verity came barreling out of the small space, smacking right into his chest.
It was so hard not to burst into laughter. Alex looked like he’d been hit by a train, not a five-foot-and-some-change woman.
Verity gaped up at him. The light from the flood lamp above the shack illuminated us.
A shout echoed from behind her, but she wasn’t paying attention. Her neck was craned, and she looked up at Alex, her hands settled on his chest. Watching them interact made it difficult not to laugh. All they seemed to be able to do was blink at each other.
Alex may have more chance with her than I thought. Did it make me a bad person that I was glad?
I cleared my throat, and Verity snapped herself out of her trance.
“Why were you in there?” Alex asked, finally pulling back and narrowing his eyes at her.
Verity returned his scowl.
“Are you serious? He started yelling so loud I couldn’t enjoy my show.” She crossed her arms, yanking the robe closed and cutting off his view of her skimpy nightgown.
“You’re staying here?”
“What?” Her eyes widened. “You’re a shifter, too. That’s why you were naked that day.”
He only stared.
“Let me out,” Duane screamed, his voice echoing into the night. I didn’t want him to wake Lucian. As I slipped past Verity and Alex, he told her to go back to wherever she was staying; their argument faded into the background.
The shack was illuminated by a single light bulb hanging in the middle of the room.
Duane stared at me from his spot on the chair bolted to the ground. His wrists and ankles were in cuffs attached to the seat.
His eyes clashed with mine, and they immediately shuttered.
