The sex on the ship had been life-altering. Soul-altering. Just … altering. She couldn’t wait to have him again.
But she cleared the thought from her head as Ruhn asked, “Any chance this somehow ties into Danika researching that Fendyr lineage?” Her brother rubbed his temples. “Though I don’t see how anything about that would be war-changing intel worth killing to hide.”
“Me neither,” Bryce said, sighing. She’d slept last night curled beside Hunt in their bunk, limbs and wings and breath mingling, but she was still exhausted. From the shadows under Hunt’s eyes, she knew the same weariness weighed on him.
A knock sounded on her door, and Ruhn rose to get it. Hunt’s hand tangled in her hair, and he tugged on the strands, getting Bryce to look up at him. He kissed her nose, her chin, her mouth.
“I might be tired,” he said, as if he’d sensed her thoughts, “but I’m ready for round two when you are.”
Her blood heated. “Good,” she murmured back. “I’d hate for you to be unable to keep up in your old age.”
They were interrupted by Ruhn standing over them. “Sorry to break up the lovefest, but the Helhound’s outside.”
Baxian gave them no time to prepare as he burst in after Ruhn, black wings splaying slightly. “How the fuck did you call that ship?”
“What are you doing here?” Hunt asked quietly.
Baxian blinked. “Making sure you’re all still in one piece.”
“Why?” Ruhn asked.
“Because I want in.” Baxian helped himself to a stool at the counter.
Bryce coughed, but said innocently, “On what?”
The Helhound threw her a dry look. “On whatever it was that had you all going to meet with Ophion, then blasting their shit to Hel.”
Bryce said smoothly, “We thought to cut off Ophion before they could ruin Valbara’s peace.”
Baxian snorted. “Yeah, sure. Without backup, without alerting anyone.”
“There are rebel sympathizers in the 33rd,” Hunt said firmly. “We couldn’t risk tipping them off.”
“I know,” Baxian replied with equal cool. “I’m one of them.”
Bryce stared at the shifter and said as calmly as she could, “You realize we could go right to Celestina with this. You’d be crucified before nightfall.”
“I want you to tell me what’s going on,” Baxian countered.
“I already told you. And you just royally fucked yourself over,” Bryce said.
“If they start asking questions about how you know I’m a sympathizer, you think anyone’s going to buy your bullshit about going there to save Valbara from the big bad human rebels? Especially when you lied to Celestina about going to your parents’ house?” Baxian laughed. Hunt had gone so still that Bryce knew he was a breath away from killing the male, even though no lightning zapped around him. “The Asteri will let the Hind start on you right away, and we’ll see how long those lies hold up under her ministrations.”
“Why isn’t the Hind here yet?” Bryce asked. She’d confirm nothing.
“Not her style,” Baxian said. “She wants to give you enough rope to hang yourself.”
“And Ydra wasn’t enough?” Ruhn blurted.
Bryce glared at him. Her brother ignored it, his lethal attention on Baxian.
“If I were to guess, I’d say that she thinks you’ll lead her toward whatever it is she wants.”
Ruhn growled, “What do you want?”
Baxian leaned back against the counter. “I told you: I want in.”
“No,” Hunt said.
“Did I not warn your asses yesterday?” Baxian said. “Did I not back you up when Sabine came raging in here? Have I said anything to anyone about it since then?”
“The Hind plays games that span years,” Hunt countered with soft menace. “Who knows what you’re planning with her? But we’re not rebels anyway, so there’s nothing for you to join.”
Baxian laughed—without joy, without any sort of amusement—and hopped off the stool. Aimed right for the front door. “When you fools want actual answers, come find me.” The door slammed behind him.
In the silence that fell in his wake, Bryce closed her eyes.
“So … we play casual,” Ruhn said. “Figure out how to outsmart the Hind.”
Hunt grunted, not sounding convinced. That made two of them.
A buzz sounded, and Bryce opened her eyes to see Ruhn scanning his phone. “Flynn needs me back at the house. Call me if you hear anything.”