Page 7 of Their Will be Done

“Where’s Cass?” I ask, shifting in my seat.

“He’ll be here soon.”

“And Zachary?”

“Gone to town,” Reuben says. Apollo immediately elbows him in the side. “Shut it!”

“What?”

“She doesn’t need to know that.”

“Why not?”

Apollo frowns at him in reply before they turn their gazes back to me. I lick my lips and shift uncomfortably.

“Do you want a drink?” Reuben asks, standing before I have a chance to reply. He pours one for each of us and hands them out before sitting down again.

My nose wrinkles when I catch a whiff of the eye-watering booze in my glass. “What is this?” I ask, swirling it around.

“Whiskey,” Apollo answers. “Not the greatest, but this far away from civilization it’s this or moonshine.”

“What’s moonshine?”

Reuben chuckles wryly. Apollo snickers. Then both their faces go blank. “Fuck, you’re serious,” Apollo murmurs. He shakes his head as he lifts his glass to his lips. “God help us.”

I frown at him, about to ask just what the hell that was supposed to mean when there’s a snap of fabric behind me. I twist in my seat, facing Cass as he storms into the lair.

“We’ve got company,” he says, and then his eyes fall on me. A smug smile replaces his frown. “Welcome back, my little slut.” His eyes rove over me like a physical touch. “Damn. You look good enough to eat.”

I drop my eyes and try to hide behind my glass as he strides deeper into the sitting area. I’m starting to regret wearing the dress.

“Guess who’s back?” he says, stabbing a thumb over his shoulder.

“Not Zachary,” Reuben says. “Not unless he left early.”

“No, not Zachary,” Cass says, deepening his voice as if trying to imitate Reuben. “Those other two fucks.”

“Again?” Apollo sits forward in a rush, dragging his hair out of his face. “Christ, you’d think they’d have better things to do.”

“You going to stop them?” Reuben asks, putting his empty glass on the ground.

“They’re already headed down here.” Cass grabs his hips, twisting to face me. “We should gag her.”

Reuben’s already on his feet. I throw up my hands, miraculously still holding onto my tumbler. “No. No gagging. I’ll be quiet.”

“Can’t take a chance,” Cass says, shaking his head as he goes over to the bookshelf and rifles through a pile of clothing. He whips out a bandanna and twists it into a thick rope like he’s done this a thousand times before.

I’m on my feet a second later, my glass tumbling out of my hand and landing silently on the carpet. “No, please, Cass.”

“Grab her,” he says through his teeth.

I make a dash for the exit, but a thick arm slings around my throat and drags me back. “They won’t be long,” Reuben says, almost kindly, as he turns me around for Cass. “But they can’t hear you.”

“I wasn’t going to—”

Cass shoves the bandanna between my lips and ties it off behind my head. Then he pats my cheek and draws me out of Reuben’s grip.

I’d been willing to hear them out.

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