Bryce swallowed her nausea, her self-disgust and hatred. She walked down the quiet hall to a familiar door, then knocked. She was rewarded by the sight of Hunt opening the door, shirtless and wearing his backward sunball hat. Gleaming with sweat. He must have just returned from the gym.
He jolted. “What are you—”
She cut him off with a kiss, throwing her arms around his neck.
He laughed, but his hands encircled her waist, lifting her high enough that she wrapped her legs around his middle. He slowed the kiss, his tongue driving deep, exploring her mouth. “Hi,” he said against her lips, and kissed her again.
“I wanted to tell you the news,” she said, kissing his jaw, his neck. He’d already hardened against her. She went molten.
“Yeah?” His hands roamed over her ass, kneading and stroking.
“Tomorrow morning,” she said, kissing his mouth again and again. “You’re outta here.”
He dropped her. Not entirely, but swiftly enough that her feet hit the ground with a thud. “What?”
She ran her hands down his sweat-slick, muscled chest, then toyed with the band of his pants. Ran a finger up the length of him jutting out with impressive demand. “We’re going on a little vacation. So do a good job of seeming like you’re still brooding tonight.”
“What?” he repeated.
She kissed his pec, running her mouth over the taut brown nipple. He groaned softly, his hand sliding into her hair. “Pack a swimsuit,” she murmured.
A male voice chuckled behind them, and Bryce went rigid, whirling to find Pollux, arm slung around a beautiful female’s shoulders, walking by. “Is he paying you by the hour?” the Hammer asked.
The female—the Hind—snickered, but said nothing as they approached. Solas, she was … beautiful and terrible. She’d tortured countless people. Killed them—probably including Sofie Renast. If Cormac saw her, if he got this close, would he take the risk and try to end her?
The Hind’s amber eyes gleamed as they met Bryce’s, as if she knew every thought in her head. The deer shifter smiled in invitation.
But the Hind and the Hammer continued on, for all the world looking like a normal couple from behind. Bryce couldn’t help herself as she said to Pollux’s back, “You really need to come up with some new material, Pollux.”
He glared over a shoulder, white wings tucking in tight. But Bryce smiled sweetly and he, mercifully, kept walking, his wretched lover with him.
Bryce found Hunt smiling beside her, and it lightened any guilt about Juniper, any frustration with Fury, any fear and dread at being so close to the Hind, even as she yearned to tell him everything. Hunt tugged her hand, making to pull her into his room, but she planted her feet. “Tomorrow morning,” she said hoarsely, her very bones aching with need. “Meet me at home.”
She’d tell him everything then. All the insane shit that had gone on since they’d last seen each other.
Hunt nodded, hearing what she didn’t say. He tugged her again, and she went to him, tilting back her head to receive his kiss. His hand slipped down the front of her leggings. He growled against her mouth as his fingers found the slickness waiting for him.
She whimpered as he rubbed over her clit in a luxurious, taunting circle. “I’ll see you at dawn, Quinlan.”
With a nip at her bottom lip, Hunt stepped back into his room. And as he shut the door, he licked his fingers clean.
Ithan blinked at the phone ringing in his hand.
Prime.
Every Valbaran wolf had the Prime’s number in their phones. But Ithan had never once called it, and the Prime of Wolves had never once called him. It couldn’t be good.
He halted midway down the alley, neon signs casting pools of color on the cobblestones beneath his boots. Sucking in a breath, he answered, “Hello?”
“Ithan Holstrom.”
He bowed his head, even though the Prime couldn’t see him. “Yes, Prime.”
The withered old voice was heavy with age. “I was informed today that you are no longer residing at the Den.”
“On Sabine’s order, yes.”
“Why?”
Ithan swallowed. He didn’t dare say why. Sabine would deny it anyway. Sabine was the male’s daughter.
“Tell me why.” A hint of the Alpha the Prime had been during his younger years came through in his voice. This male had made the Fendyr family a force to be reckoned with in Valbara.
“Perhaps ask your daughter.”
“I want to hear it from you, pup.”