“I mean, agreed. But that doesn’t exactly explain… this.” I wave around at the massive mess Beau has made of Wyatt’s room. “Doesn’t it?” Beau lifts a brow at me. “We’re renovating anyway. It makes little difference what happens to his stuff.” “It’s just such a waste.” Though as I say it, I reali
They let him into their home. Made him their Beta. Whatever their initial reasons, he had become something like a confident. Or a friend. And then Wyatt betrayed them all. “Everyone always wants something from us,” Beau says, and though his voice doesn’t crack, I can still hear the hurt in it, m
“Mercy?!” Archer snaps. He says the word far too loudly. Mia flinches and looks up at him with bright watery eyes. He immediately tries to relax. He smiles at her to show her everything is okay. I do too. When he speaks again, the tone is much more conversational, even if the words are edgy. “Why
Archer looks away, avoiding my gaze. “We need to find where he’s hiding. That’s easier.” He’s lying. I don’t know why I’m so certain, but I am. “Surely a trap makes more sense?” I say. “We would just need to figure out how to bait him.” Archer doesn’t say a single thing, not helping even sligh
“No,” Archer says with a hint of restrained fury making his voice dark and deep. “Absolutely fucking not.” “It’s the best idea,” I say. Now is likely the only chance I have to plead my case. “You know how proud he is. Me beating him last time really ruffled his feathers. He’d jump at the chance to
It’s all so surreal, so different from my life before, and the life I am sure to lead after. Archer turns in the hallway, away from his own room. He takes me to mine instead. Curious. Does he intend to kiss me, then abandon me again? I’m not going to just stand here and let that happen. “Arche
That evening, I sit on the couch in the living room with the brothers. Archer is to the left of me. He hasn’t gone far from my side since seeing me naked. We never went farther than feather-light touching and gentle kissing, but it was nice all the same. Rough was great, but soft wasn’t bad either.
Not exactly a pretty thought, thanks for that Beau. “I know the risks.” “I don’t think you do,” Steven says. He pushes his glasses up his nose. His tablet is totally forgotten on his lap. “If your ribs break into your internal organs –” “I could die,” I say. “I understand.” “Internal bleedin