Page 70 of Surge

"Do you want the alternative?" I spread my arms across the hallway, putting my hands on each wall as she tried to move past me. "Because I can promise you, it won't be pleasant."

"It's already unpleasant." She moved her hair off her forehead. "It's not like you'd hurt me."

I moved to trap her against the wall as she tried to duck under my arm. "We won't, but that doesn't mean the others wouldn't. They'd torture you until you were an inch from death."

"You don't scare me." She was feistier than usual. I liked it.

"I should."

She looked down at my chest and then cleared her throat. "What are you cooking for dinner?"

I knew my words about torture bothered her, but they were true. If Jax's father found out we had all been having second thoughts about what the fuck we were doing, he'd step in. I didn't even want to imagine his reaction to her being able to use a siren's knife.

Jax's dad was the last person we needed to get involved.

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