Page 34 of Breaking the Code

Our voices mingle together as we speak over each another.

“Your idea of fine and mine are vastly different, Tav.”

I listen to his steps continue toward the front of the house. I keep my gaze trained on Draven, unable to look away from my captor’s gorgeous, chiseled face. The face of God. He is perfection.

“Explain yerself, ye wee jobby,” Draven says.

“Umm, I’ve been in the States so long I’m more American than Scot, so if that’s an insult, I’ve got no clue.”

“Tell me what we have in common,” he grits out.

I can see the frustration on his face. The grin I want to flash at him teases my lips. I can imagine spending my life frustrating him until he takes it out on my ass.

Now is not the time, I remind myself.

“I’d rather show you,” I say.

“Show me what?”

“How we’re similar.”

“Ye think can show me that? Here o’ all places?”

“Yes, I know I can. I’ve been watching you. I know the things you’ve done. I feel like this is where you belong.”

“Okay, show me,” he says.

“There’s just one thing…”

“And that is?”

“If you go inside, you’re going to die.”

He stares at me. “Are ye fucking shitting me?”

That brogue of his has my cock rising fast and oh so hard.

“No. You’ll have a choice.”

“What sorta choice is there if going inside means death?”

“Not all deaths lead to a grave,” I explain.

Come on, big guy. Take the chance.

When he doesn’t say anything, I promise, “You won’t regret it. I’ll make sure of it.”

Indecision flashes on his face. I feel the grip on my neck loosen. My heels drop to the ground.

“Show me,” he says as steps back.

I reach out to him, offering him my hand. “Let’s introduce you to Damon.”

Draven looks down at my hand and then back at me. “Lead the way.”

I nod, walking around him as I try to keep the disappointment at bay. I knew he would be skeptical. I knew he wouldn’t trust me because he thinks I’m one of them. One of the old Order. He knows what kind of people they are. They stole and enslaved his sister. They killed his parents, orphaning him. Then, when he got too close, they killed his husband.

We enter the house, walking through the front hall to the elevator. The white marble floors sparkle underneath our feet. I stop in front of the elevator, pressing the call button.

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