Chapter 24-2
Chapter 24-2
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“You’ll be busy tomorrow.” Something jingled over my head and dropped on the pillow next to my face. Opening my eyes, I frowned and snagged the set of keys. “Razor’s Edge is yours.”
The bar. When I’d refused to move into his home, and even more so to move into his bed, he’d
asked me what I wanted, besides freedom.
I wanted Razor’s Edge, and to my surprise, he agreed. Not just manage it but deeded it to me as well. I wasn’t sure how that was going to work. When this was over, really over, I wouldn’t be part of
his pack anymore. How would I run Razor’s Edge then?
For now, it was my lifeline. Something to focus on while the pack schemed on how to get rid of me. Reaching out, I snagged the keys. “Thank you,” I muttered.
“You’re welcome.”
I waited, but it wasn’t like he was going to thank me. After all, I was just doing what he ordered me to do. Or what he tried to order me to do. In the past three weeks, he’s tried to use the pack bonds to test me, as if he thought maybe my null abilities could turn on and off at will.
“Is there something else you wanted?”
“I’m assigning Finn as your bodyguard.”
My head jerked up. “Excuse me?”
“You’ll be at Razor’s Edge for most of your time, unless I need you. I won’t be able to watch you,” he
said evenly.
“Worried your little hands-off policy isn’t going to fly?” When those objected to him installing me as
his mate, he made it clear that the penalty for hurting me was exile.
“I’m worried that Dean is going to be a problem. It will just make me feel better if there is someone
I trust by your side.”
“Trust? Remember what happened last time Finn tried to help us? I put on his clothes and you lost your shit. Are you going to be able to keep it together knowing that we’ll be near each other?”
“Are you planning on fucking him?” He asked coldly.
“Putting on his clothes because I’m literally freezing to death is a far cry from fucking him.”
“I suggest you don’t put yourself in a situation where you need to wear his clothes.” In the dark, I watched as he raked his hand through this hair. “You should get some sleep.”
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“What did the witches say to you, Troy? Other than there was some growing magical threat on the horizon where you might need me to detect?”
It was the first time I’d bluntly asked. When I’d been attacked, he’d been willing to let me go. We’d even started trying to trust each other. When I woke up, I wasn’t allowed to leave, and he couldn’t contain the disgust in his eyes when he looked at me.
When I was alone with the coven, I demanded answers from them. The mother and the maiden, who I thought were my friends, just looked at me sadly and told me that there was nothing they
could do to help me.
What the fuck did that even mean? I didn’t need help. I just needed to be alone, away from this stupid mating bond that I couldn’t escape, away from my father’s reputation, away from anyone
who pitied me.
I just wanted to start over. Needed to.
“I told you that they said I needed you. Your abilities.”
“What, and you hate me again for that? Because I’m a…you know.” We didn’t say it out loud.
A null witch was rare. A null wolf shifter? That was a fucking anomaly.
Every person who ever learned the truth tried to harness me, leash me, twist me into their own
personal weapon.
Troy was no different.
“What I hate,” he said, voice low and wrecked, “is not being able to get rid of you.”
The words sliced right through me. I swallowed hard and turned away, curling into myself, pulling the blankets higher even as his scent clung to my skin like smoke I couldn’t scrub off.
But the door didn’t open.
I held my breath, waiting for him to leave.
He didn’t.
A beat passed-then the mattress dipped, the blankets shifted, and suddenly his hand was on me.
His palm splayed across my waist like he fucking owned it.
“I hate that my entire house reeks of you,” he said, voice frayed with tension. “I hate that no matter
how far I go, it’s your scent that follows me home. I hate-fuck, Kiana-I hate how all I want to do is
pin you down and fuck you until I forget who I am.”
The ache in his voice mirrored the ache buried low in my belly.
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I knew the feeling. Against my better judgment, I turned and stared at him. Did I haunt his dreams the way he haunted mine? Did I taunt and tease him in his mind the way he tormented me?
He tugged the hem of my shirt up, exposing skin like he was unwrapping a gift he was already planning to break. His hand slid over my bare waist, hot and heavy, and my back arched into him on
instinct.
We hadn’t touched since I moved in. Apparently, we were at a breaking point.
“I hate you,” I whispered through clenched teeth as my fingers tangled in his hair. “Make me come.”
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