All Chapters of Night of the Rogues: Trapped with the Enemy: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

His lips were on mine. His hands clench my hair. How is this happening? I knew if I lifted my hands up from the metal door, I would find his solid smooth chest. I would feel the warmth of his skin, the rush of his pulse. If I opened my eyes, his irises would be blazing gold. The confidence that oozed from him was almost hypnotic. Around Viktor, everything seemed so possible, so easy. Cat burglar, escape artist, seducer, lock picker, master forger. So many twisted skills, a dozen lives lived already. He never had a care in the world. Even now. He’s been practically starved for a week, and he’s still smiling, still making me giggle. As my mouth opened just enough to allow his tongue to find mine, I felt uneasy. It felt so good because it wasn’t real. It was betrayal. Deep in the back of my mind, I knew danger swirled alongside his swagger. This was the man who held a knife to my throat, who tricked me with that same knife when I first found him hiding. All this, suddenly finding me

After Reu silently escorted me back to the dorm I climbed into bed and collapsed into a void of sleep. Yesterday’s recovery, the full moon, Corina, Viktor and his knife all happened in just a few short hours. I had nothing left to give. . “Do we wake her? It’s been like eighteen hours now?” Mara whispered, her voice full of concern. Adding up without frowning takes me an embarrassingly long time to realise it is almost midnight. Shit, that’s a hell of a sleep. “No! She’ll wake when she’s ready. She’s not locked in that weird fear-thing anymore. She's just tired. So, fancy moving to a guys dorm now the rules have changed?” I could easily imagine Elvie’s mischievous smirk and dazzling eyes flashing with amusement as Mara floundered. In a low voice filled with hesitation, Mara said. “No, no there’s nobody. Just the Full Moon fun and games. It’s not love, so what’s the point of dressing it up? What goes on down here as something more?” Underneath my blanket I felt my heart race in a

The past few weeks have been like walking across a rickety bridge. As happy as I am to wake up with Lyra each morning, something is coming. She knows it too. We’re both just enjoying this strange, precious little segment of time before everything turns sour. Both of us know the realities of life. People like us aren’t made for happy endings. So for now we enjoy every single night. Whilst Howen could be found fucking Corina up against a corridor wall last week, proudly displaying their so-called relationship Lyra and I are more cautious. I am watching everyone. I spend all day going from place to place, trying to catch snippets of conversation. Assess the mood It hurts me to see Howen so easily turned by Corina. Have his years with Reu and I mean nothing? Two meals a day are starting to annoy folk. Of course it will. Especially the Rogues. As Fabian scowls into his bowl I announce to the queue of waiting men, “Look, we’re big guys, we love our food. We aren’t made for small portions

I might be caged but I’m not beaten. So Lyra woke and shacked up with Declan. She’s signed her own death warrant for touching me like that. Dragging me by hair in front of everyone! I heard the gossip. It was relentless. Weeks I’ve spent listening to them laughing about my face hitting the concrete wall, how Lyra went easy on me. It left my nails bitten to the quick in frustration. I was so close. I might be stuck in my fathers room but an open door allows a lot of chatter to float my way. She doesn’t even realise the whole reason my father kept her alive was as bait for her mother to return. She is nothing more than a maggot on a fishing line as far as the rest of the world is concerned. Of course, my fathers room still contains no codes. Howen has been helping. He carried all my furs and belongings in too. Grinning proudly, his long red beard constantly brushes against me. He acts like we have moved in togrther.. His broad shoulders, six-pack and thighs like tree trunks have not

Declan storms in and stops in complete surprise. Well, I was stood on top of his wooden chair, my purple dress on the floor as I examined my shrinking figure in his tiny mirror. Any funny quip I might have been tempted to throw his way vanished when I saw that livid purple bruise on the side of his cheek. His white long-sleeved cotton top didn’t hide the tensed shoulder muscles that formed sharp ridges. “Declan!” I flew to him, placing my hand over the bruise, “What’s happened!” He didn’t answer, just shut his eyes and allowed me to fuss over him. He does nothing but care for me and to see him hurt burns. His warm hands land on my bare skin, stroking up and down my waist from the hem of my pants to my bra. “Why are you losing so much weight Lyra, you’re going to end up so ill,” he groaned. “I’m fine, you’re the one who has been attacked!” I cried, standing on my tiptoes so I could cover the area in kisses. “Howen? Did Howen do this to you? Are you okay?” “This is definitely hel