Page 131 of Forged in Rain

“Beauty,” he breathes.

“Yes,” I moan into his mouth, staring into his gorgeous eyes. I want to remember this moment with him forever, and I hope that’s a really long time.

His mouth curves in a sexy smile and he grabs my ass, but it fizzles when Jig says from the door, “Get a room.”

“Dick weasel,” I mutter.

Cyn’s wicked smile morphs into a laugh that lights up his face and sucking in a breath, I glance at Jig when he sits down across from us with wide eyes.

How often does my mercurial lover actually laugh? He will all the time, if I have anything to say about it.

“Well?” Cyn demands, and I turn my focus back to the business at hand.

“I’ve got the address,” Jig says with a twinkle in his eye.

I don’t want to know what he did to get it. Instead, I stand and stare at them expectantly.

“Beauty—”

“What? Why aren’t you getting up?” I ask shrilly before sucking in a breath. I need to calm the fuck down.

“If we go now, by the time we get there, it’ll be dark . . .”

“So, my brother—”

“Maybe you should stay here,” Cyn says, rising with a frown.

“Uh-uh, no. I’m going. And now,” I say, slashing my hand through the air.

Cyn searches my expression before nodding reluctantly. Since I don’t want him to have the chance to change his damn mind, I grab his hand and pull him toward the door, relieved when Jig follows.

Chapter Twenty-Seven

The ride is quiet, or at least, it is for me because I’m lost in my head. I rub my hands down my pants for the four millionth time, and Cyn grabs the one closest to him. With a small smile, I clutch onto him like a lifeline and stare out the window at the growing darkness.

Please, let them be okay.

Finally, we pull down a dirt road, surrounded by trees, the dark cabin coming into view when we round the bend.

My heart sinks to my toes when I see no signs of life, but I close my eyes and repeat my mantra. They’ve got to be here. Otherwise, I don’t know what else to do. I’m also disappointed because I half hoped my dad would be here even though if he was, the rest of them wouldn’t be.

Cyn stares at the dark cabin before turning to me, and I shake my head before he can speak. “No.”

“Beauty,” he says in a low tone.

“Nope. I’m going. Ready?”

He studies me in the darkness, the sun having set long ago, before grabbing my chin. “You stay by my side. And if anything happens, you leave. Understood?”

I nod, although I don’t know what I’m agreeing to, and I suspect it’s a lie. But I’ll say anything at this point and deal with consequences later, assuming we live through this.

“Give her the keys,” Cyn says, and Bastion hands them over the seat.

I shove them in my pocket as we exit, shivering in the cold. The only sounds are our silent footfalls and the hooting of an owl nearby. The husky call raises the hair on my arms, and I grip Cyn’s hand tighter, swallowing past the lump growing in my throat.

At the door, Jig turns on a tiny penlight, and I notice the gun in his hand. Glancing around, I confirm that both Bastion and Cyn have one too.

Jig turns his head, Cyn nods, and Jig kicks open the door, raising the light and the gun simultaneously as he swings it around the room. The beam of light bounces over a couch facing an empty fireplace, and I catch a gasp bubbling in my throat before shaking my head when the eyes of a deer head on the wall seem to jump out at me.

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