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“Aidan—”
He shoved his face close to mine, his eyes frosted over glacial blue. “You. Will. Leave. I can do whatever I must. I will die. Gladly. If only I know that you’re safe.”
I leaned into his space too, bull dog to bull dog, my eyes just as fierce. I hoped. “No, I won’t. Because we’re going to free Doran this time.”
“You can’t possibly know that.”
I softened my stance enough to press my forehead to his, cupping his cheeks with both hands. “I do. I know it. I will it to be so.”
“But—”
“I wouldn’t argue with her,” Vivi said, shaking her head. “Once she’s made up her mind, she won’t change it.”
Even when I’d decided to marry a man who made me miserable. She was right in that regard. It’d taken almost five years to make me finally open my eyes and admit that I’d made a mistake.
Doran was different. They all were. Jonathan never would have been willing to talk about sharing me in a million years, even if the guy I wanted had saved my life a hundred times. Let alone with four guys. They were willing to make concessions for my happiness, bending their pride, swallowing their ego. Even Aidan.
Even when Warwick materialized underneath me, popping me up into his lap and making me let out a startled squeal.
Apparently that was the most hilarious sound they’d ever heard. Aidan somehow ended up falling back on his ass he laughed so hard. “Very funny, Pointy Ears.”
“I thought so,” Warwick replied smugly.
I stood up and Warwick and Aidan both snapped to their feet immediately. “Now let’s go get my gargoyle.”
15
Stealing Aidan’s motorcycle had been fun—but flying down the freeway toward Lake Taneycomo behind him on the same bike was even more fun. Since Ihadstolen his bike, he guilted me into riding with him on the trip down Interstate 65. We rode at the point of the vee, with Ivarr and Keane on either side of us. Warwick rode directly behind us, and then the rest of the motorcycle gang roared along behind. Vivi hadn’t hesitated a moment when the guy we’d first talked to at the tattoo shop offered her a ride behind him.
I was curled against Aidan’s back, my arms tight around his waist. He’d insisted on helmets and the heaviest coat and clothing I owned, and it was a good thing. I was still chilled to the bone. I forgot the wind would whip around us, even with his broad back to serve as a windbreaker.:I’m surprised your friends came along for the ride.:
:They’re more than friends. They’ve helped us on quite a few jobs.:
What kind of jobs? They’d been playing poker and they rode motorcycles.
I felt his amusement echoing in my head, even though I couldn’t hear him laugh.:There’s a reason our club is named Demon Hunters.:
Oh wow. I tried to imagine one of those bearded guys going after a demon and couldn’t quite picture it.
Aidan sent a hard chill through my mind like a blade shining as it was drawn from its sheath.:They’re here for your protection. We’re going to need all the help we can get to make sure we keep you safe.:
My teeth started chattering, and it wasn’t just from the chilly wind slicing through my parka.:We’re going to fight demonsnow?:
:If you’re right about Doran’s location, absolutely. Balor will have set at least a few guardians to make sure we have as difficult a time as possible trying to set him free.:
Well, fuck that all to hell. It never occurred to me that we’d have to fight the demons tofreeDoran. I thought we needed him free to fight whatever war was coming.
Aidan’s shoulders tensed against me.:We’ve been fighting this war for thousands of years, and losing. That’s why I wanted you to let Warwick take you to safety, if—:
:Don’t say it.:
:Not saying it won’t change the reality.:
I hated the brutal reality he kept trying to convince me was our future. Hugging my thighs around him tighter, I slipped my right hand down and squeezed his dick like I’d done that first day. Yeah, he was rock hard, even though I sat behind him.:You don’t get to die until I’ve had this inside me at least a million times.:
“Yo,” Keane yelled over at us. “She gets to ride with me on the way home.”
“Not fair, ye fucking bastard,” Ivarr retorted. “Besides, Doran’ll be all over her when we free him.”
