Page 101 of Burdened Bonds
“You want me to play nicely?”
“Yes.”
“No one’s asked me to play nice in a very long time.”
His job has required him to do the opposite. I examine him, realizing he’s my fated mate, someone I’m destined to be with until my dying day, and yet I know nothing about him.
“How long did you work for Lowsky? For the Wolves of Night?”
He shrugs. “He picked me up when I was thirteen, fourteen, set me to work.”
“Picked you up?”
“Took me in.”
“Why?”
“I showed potential. And also I had nowhere to live.”
He says it devoid of any emotion as if it isn’t the most heartbreaking thing I’ve ever heard.
“No home? No family?”
His brow creases, anger flashes across his face. “This is boring. Let’s talk some more about the fucking.”
“No,” I say firmly.
“It’s just talking,” he says, stalking towards me. “We can talk about how I’m going to drag you to your hands and knees and–”
“I’m leaving,” I tell him, scurrying from the room with my hands over my ears. It doesn’t deter him, he’s still describing in intimate detail what he wants to do to me as we step back into the kitchen.
“–and I’m going to stuff my tongue up your pussy,” he says as we step back into the kitchen.
“Fucking delightful,” Stone says, as Winnie snorts.
I ignore them all, coming to stand by the table.
“Now we have all that straightened out,” I say.
“What exactly were you straightening out?” Stone says, throwing both me and Renzo a dirty look and I am grateful it’s no longer so easy for him to wander into my mind and read my thoughts.
“We need to decide what we’re going to do next.”
“We have decided,” Azlan announces, “Rhi’s dream indicates Spencer Moreau is injured or hurt and so we’re going to find him.”
“The werebeast?” Renzo asks. Azlan nods. “You know how to find him?”
Azlan pauses. “No.”
“Was there any indication of where he was in your dream, Rhi?” Winnie asks.
“The dream last night was different from the one before,” I say, biting at my thumb. “Before I was on themountain, running up the slope. Last night, I was somewhere dark, somewhere cold. I could hardly see a thing.”
“I think it’s likely he’s been detained. We’ve been listening to the broadcasts made by my uncle. He’s arresting and locking up all kinds of people.”
“Including werebeasts?” I ask.
“I don’t know. But I suspect it’s very likely.”
