Page 9 of Forged in Rain

“Cyn,” she says, but he doesn’t so much as look at her, his eyes zeroing in on my tits, easy to see in the wet shirt. His brows slam over his nose, and he clenches his fists before stalking away—again.

Ignoring the painful pulse in my clit, I drop to a knee, leaning into Shelby’s face.

“Rain . . .” Jig says.

“Touch me again, and I won’t go easy on you,” I say softly.

Shelby’s pretty eyes narrow, an ugly look crossing her face. “Stay away from him.”

Tipping my head to the sky, I laugh loudly. “I’m not in charge of Cyn anymore than you are. Take it from me and stop chasing a dream. They’re all nightmares anyway.”

“Rain,” Cyn says in a warning tone. Where did he come from? I can’t tell if he heard what I said by his expression, but I decide it doesn’t matter as I follow him down the hill and to the SUV.

We’re halfway to my house when I realize Peter is tied up in the back, but Cyn’s expression is so prohibitively cold, I don’t ask, only nodding when he says as I exit the car, “I’ll text you.”

“Whatever.”

I’m halfway to the door when Cyn calls out, and I pause. “Rainbow?”

Rolling my eyes to the sky, I sigh. “What?”

“This shit stays between us now, hmm?”

Giving him the one-finger salute, I trudge upstairs quietly and collapse on my bed from sheer exhaustion—what a crazy-ass night.

Chapter Two

The following morning, I’m reading a book in bed, nursing a hangover headache, when Iris bursts into my room with a scowl. “What are you doing?”

“Reading?” I ask, raising a sardonic brow.

“Were you withthemlast night?” she huffs.

“Yes.”

“Really? After everything?” She slams her hands on her hips.

“Why not? I’m still around you,” I say dryly. “Besides, this is your fault.”

“I didn’t convince Cyn to fuck you for information.”

Hiding my annoyance, I smile. “No, but whatever you said to Jagger inspired him to force us together.”

“Wh-what?”

“Yep, Cyn has been ordered to keep an eye on me,” I say grimly, slamming my book shut. “Thanks for that, by the way.”

“That doesn’t make any sense.”

“Yeah, well, whatever your plan was, it seems to have backfired.”

Raising glassy eyes to me, she says softly, “This wasn’t part of anything.”

Unfortunately, she looks genuinely confused, which does nothing for my peace of mind. With my heart in my stomach, I ask, “What did you do this time?”

“Only what needed to be done,” she says, clenching her jaw. “But this isn’t about you. I don’t know why he would do that.”

“Yeah, well, he did. And now I have to play along, or something worse is going to happen.”

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