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Plague slides down the wall until he's sitting in front of me, his chest still heaving. For once, he looks as wrecked as I feel. His usual perfect hair is a mess and his skin is flushed, marked with bruises from my teeth.

"Well," he says finally, his voice hoarse. "That was... informative."

"Shut the fuck up," I rasp. "Before I punch you in your pretty face."

His lips curve into that infuriating half-smile. "You think my face is pretty?"

I lunge for him, but my legs are too shaky to stand and it feels like I just chugged a jug of cream. He catches me before I face-plant, steadying me with those surgeon's hands. The touch sends aftershocks through my oversensitive body.

"Careful," he murmurs. "You'll be off balance for several minutes post-orgasm."

"I hate you so fucking much."

"I know."

His hand wraps around my cock and I buck into his grip with a strangled groan.

Fuck.

After coming so fucking hard, his touch is almost too much. My head falls back against the stone as he works me over, chuckling darkly into my ear.

"My turn."

Chapter

Ten

IVY

Istare into the darkness beyond the cave entrance, watching the swirling snow slowly erase any trace of the Knight's passage. His massive form had melted into the shadows like a ghost, those chains dragging behind him leaving deep furrows that are already filling with fresh powder.

Wraith shifts beside me, his scarred face pressed into my neck as he breathes in my scent. A low rumble vibrates through his chest. Not quite a purr, but close. His sharp teeth graze my skin with exquisite care as he holds me closer.

He'd noticed the Knight leaving, too, and was ready to spring into action. But he'd listened when I shook my head.

My heart aches, remembering the soft, hollow growl the Knight had given when we briefly made eye contact as he left the cave. Not threatening, just a clear message to stay behind.

To stay safe.

To let him go his own way.

I understood.

Sometimes the kindest thing you can do for someone is let them find their own path.

On my other side, Valek's head rests against my thigh, his silver eyes half-lidded but alert. The drugs seem to be wearing off somewhat, though he still has that lazy, dangerous grin playing at the corners of his bloodied mouth. For all his theatrics earlier, he's been surprisingly well-behaved since we settled in.

I'm still furious, but the chewing out he deserves for everything he put me through—put allof us through—is going to have to wait considering how narrowly we just escaped with our lives.

And he's clearly still high as a damn kite.

A muffled thud echoes from deeper in the cave, followed by what sounds suspiciously like a growl. My ears prick. Whiskey and Plague disappeared back there a while ago, and I haven't heard them bickering in some time.

Strange.

I start to shift, trying to extricate myself from the tangle of limbs, but Wraith's strong arms lock around me.

"I'll be right back," I whisper, touching his arm. "I just want to check on them."

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