Page 78 of Dragonfly

“Cara mia…”

I’ve learned that the more Damien slips into Italian, the harder I find it to resist him.

“Fine. It’s just… you just told me Oliver went missing. If the only one who can track you is your rival?—”

“We have a truce,” he reminds me.

And it could easily be broken one day. “What if something happens to you? What if he won’t give up your location? What if I can’t find you and you’re gone like Oliver?”

Damien grips the side of my face lightly, stroking my upper cheek. “You would care? If one of my enemies came after me… and in the unlikely circumstance they managed to overpower me… you would care?”

I could lie. I could pretend that I didn’t give a shit about him… but why? Ever since he told me that I could expect him to be honest no matter what, he has, for the good and the bad. I’ve tried to do the same. If I couldn’t tell the truth, I kept my mouth shut.

I could do that now. I could say nothing, allowing Damien to come to his own conclusions. I could?—

“I would.”

Another brush of his thumb on my skin before Damien grips the comforter, tossing it away from us. He slides across the sheet, the motion seeming to echo in the dark bedroom, before his bare feet lands on the floor.

I watch his sculpted back and gorgeous ass move across the room to reach the pants he shucked off earlier. Digging around inside of it, he pulls out two phones. He glances at them both, then tucks one back into his pocket.

The other stays in his grip as he joins me back in bed.

Once I’m snuggled up against him again, he shows it to me.

“I always keep an extra burner around in case I need it. I got the idea from Lincoln Crewes years ago when I saw he always had two phones on him. If I needed to lose one, I wasn’t without another. Here. Take it. You can have it.”

“Aren’t you afraid I could call someone? Tell them I need help?”

“You could. That’s a risk I’ll have to take. But you’ve been no contact with your parents for years, you have no siblings, and I’m sure you wouldn’t want to drag any friends you might have into tis life, hmm?”

I’d have to have friends first… “What about 911?”

In the shadows of our bedroom, he gives me that crooked half-smile I can’t help but adore. “Tell Deb I said ‘hi’. Or Shannon. It’s usually one of those two who field calls on the East End as the dispatcher.”

Why am I not surprised that he has 911 in his pocket, too?

Whatever. It wasn’t worth bluffing anyway when we both know that I won’t do that. Not now. Not anymore.

“Why are you giving me this phone?”

“Two reasons. One: my number is programmed into this. I should’ve thought about this before, but if you need me and don’t want to ask Gen or Vin or Frankie to get in touch with me, you won’t have to. You can call me yourself.”

That’s a good thing to be able to do if I want to start accepting that I’m his wife and not his prisoner. “Okay. And the second reason?”

“There’s an app on here. Look. This blue one. If you click it, then click on my name, you can track me down wherever I go.”

Wow.

I… I’m touched. I’m fucking touched.

The head Dragonfly himself, who guards his location so fiercely that only one other soul has it, just offered it to me because I accidentally made it obvious that I’d feel much better if I knew where he was—and not because it would be easier to ambush him and kill him?

Oh, how the tables have turned. All those weeks ago, I never would’ve expected it, and a part of me is still struggling to accept how much our relationship has changed.

“What if I decide to do, like social media? Go online with my old accounts. Call some old friends who might want to hear from me?”

“Please, Savannah. This phone is completely clean. I had yours erased and tossed right after our wedding. In order to do that, you’ll need to know your usernames, passwords, and contacts.” He gooses my side. “Do you?”

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