Page 60 of Primal God

I have to clear my throat before I can speak. “I’m over João, Dimitri. He’s in my past and that’s where I’d like to keep him.”

Dimitri is silent as he takes a sip of his drink. His throat works as he swallows, and I have to look away before I drool or something. Jeez. I’m like Pavlov’s dog. Get me near this man and I lose all sense of reason.

“I will be out until late. Please do not contact me unless it’s an emergency.”

I meet his gaze. “Of course, sir.”

I wonder where he’s going on a Saturday night dressed like a wet dream. But then I look closer. I’ve seen this outfit before. Specifically the pin on the lapel on his suit jacket. The skull withtwo snakes wrapped around it and a dagger going through the top. The same pin João has.

“Wait. Are you going to a Brotherhood meeting?”

His eyes widen comically. “You know about the Brotherhood?”

“Crap. I shouldn’t have said anything, should I?” I shake my head. “I only know it’s some kind of club that you were a part of that João got to join when he turned eighteen.” I smile. “He was super excited when it happened.”

Dimitri says, “He shouldn’t have said anything about it.”

“Forget I said anything, please.”

“What else did he tell you about it?”

I hold up my hands. “Nothing, I swear.”

He studies me, like he’s not sure if I’m telling the truth.

Finally, he says, “Just don’t mention it again.”

“Why? Is it dangerous?”

I’m joking, but the way his gaze hardens makes me think I might be closer to the truth than I want to be.

“Right. Won’t mention it again.” I stand. “Well, have a good night. Oh! And don’t forget, tomorrow is my day off.”

I’ve taken three steps when he says my name.

“Lilith?” I turn. “Just tell me his name.”

“Have a good night, Dimitri.”

I rush from the room before he can reply.

One thing is clear. That man isn’t going to stop until he finds out Adam’s name.

Good thing I enjoy playing his game.

12

Dimitri

I leave the house feeling like the biggest dick in the world. Why won’t she just tell me the prick’s name? I’d stop pestering her if she did. I snort softly. Well, that’s not true. I’d stop pestering her long enough to have Alessandro run a background check on him. At least I know it’s not João. No matter my feelings for Lilith, that’s a line that I won’t cross.

I arrive at the mansion owned by the Brotherhood to find that I’m late. That’s Dallas traffic for you, though. I’m led right into the chamber room where I will wait until my induction ceremony begins.

There’s a knock on the door and Brooks Henderson, aka the Face of the Defiant God Brotherhood and one of my former surgical patients, peeks in.

“Doing alright, Santos?”

I huff out a laugh. “As well as expected.”

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