Page 28 of Their Will be Done

He pins me to the wall with his body and uses his hands to smooth my curls out of my eyes.

“I wish you weren’t part of this. You’re too innocent to be mixed up in this shit. But then I wouldn’t have met you,” he murmurs.

My heart twists as he comes close enough for me to feel his breath on my lips. “And I can’t imagine not having met you.”

His lips crush mine.

I have time for a gasp, but then I’m swept under. His commanding lips fight mine, urging me to open and let him in, but I’m so terrified that I’m doing this wrong, that I taste gross, that he’ll stop…

He makes a sound deep in his throat. Somehow, my body takes it as a signal. Resistance flees. My lips part to let him in and it’s like stepping into the middle of a raging river. In an instant, I’m swept under.

Electricity courses over my lips as our kiss slows.

Seconds—centuries—later he pulls away, grabs my ass in both hands, and slowly lowers me to the floor.

I swoon like some corseted lady from the eighteenth century about to succumb to a fainting spell, and lean against the wall before my legs can buckle.

“You two done? Because we gotta go.” Apollo’s standing about a yard away, a deep frown creasing his brow.

Did he see everything?

I press the back of my hands against my hot cheeks. “Sorry,” I murmur, yanking the hem of my dress down my legs and dropping my head as I hurry out of the door.

Behind me, Reuben lets out a throaty chuckle that does sinful things to my insides.

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I breathea sigh of relief when Apollo and I arrive on my floor and I see the hall is empty. The last thing I need is another run-in with Cass.

“Thank you for walking with me,” I say.

“You gonna kiss me too?” Apollo asks dryly.

I stop to frown at him, but he just keeps walking. Is he jealous because I was nice to the only person who’s treated me like a human being?

I push back my shoulders and hurry after him, catching his shirt sleeve. “You make it sound like I go around kissing boys at random.”

“You don’t?”

“Reuben’s been super nice—”

“Supernice?” He glances at me, his face expressionless. “I can be super nice too, you know.”

I stop walking again, my mouth working as I try to find words. “Jealous much?” I call out after him.

He spins around, eyes darting this way and that before narrowing and settling on me. “Would you keep it down?” he says, shaking his head. “We’re trying t’ be circumspect.”

I lick my lips. “Sorry.”

“Yeah, fuck, me too.” He waves at my closed door and then frowns hard at me as he walks past me again, heading back the way he came. “Dinner’s in an hour.” Disapproving eyes scan me. “I’d suggest you wear something less conspicuous.”

Chapter Twelve

Trinity

At the sound of the dinner bell, I swallow down a surprised yelp. I’m in the restroom washing my face after changing into jeans and a sweater. Not because of what Apollo had said, but because every time that dress moved against my skin I would either think about Cass or Reuben. And that would either make my skin crawl, or give me goosebumps. And not always in a logical order.

I must have had a meltdown of epic proportions if I can’t keep straight what’s supposed to feel good, and what definitely should feel bad.

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