Page 94 of Ravage

The three of us sit at the table, and despite their heated stares on me, I can sense tension in the room. When they make no move to throw themselves at me, I finally snap, throwing up my hands in exasperation.

"What the hell is going on?" I ask.

It's clear something has happened behind the scenes. Damon has gone to deal with something, and I'm still suspicious as fuck that I found all of them in Dr. Smith's office. And as happy as I am to see Theo, there's no way Whittingham freed him early. Something is going down and I want answers.

"Alexander's judge friend passed the order," Grey answers calmly. "We're just trying to figure out what to do next."

I frown, heart sinking. "Oh," I mutter. "Shit—is Damon okay?"

Grey raises an eyebrow at me suggestively. "I don't know, little killer.Is he okay?"

My cheeks flush and I look away. I can feel them both staring at me, amused. I guess that answers the question about whether or not Grey would have a problem with my newsituation.

"He was fine," I mumble, embarrassed. "I only assume you had a helping hand in it."

Grey laughs, grinning at Theo. "I bet you're so proud."

"That you finally listened to my advice?" Theo shoots back. "I was starting to think you were a lost cause."

The playful banter brings a smile to my face, and I look back, giving them both a gaze of appreciation. "Thank you."

"It will be good for him," Grey says quietly, scratching the table with his black nail. "And for you."

"Are you okay?" I ask, genuinely concerned.

He looks up, giving me a soft smile. "I'm more than okay," he says, reassuring me. "As long as I have you, everything is okay."

"I'm not going anywhere," I tell him, my voice full of promise. "I mean it," I add, looking at Theo.

Theo nods, smiling at me. "We know. But if either of these assholes give you grief, I make no apologies for my reaction."

"Hey," Grey interjects. "I could say the same about you."

"Whatever you say," Theo snorts. "Just remember who ripped Hallman's finger off for touching her."

"Andyouremember what happened to him after that," Grey snipes back. "Just disappeared into worm food—such a tragedy."

There's no sympathy in his tone at all, and my brows furrow, my thoughts returning to Vivian.

"Has anyone checked on Vivian the past few days?" I ask.

Grey gives me a grin, calming my nerves. "We're keeping an eye on her."

He doesn't elaborate on it further, his tone suggesting that something—or someone—else may be involved, but I don't push it.

The library door swings open, the three of us looking up as Damon strolls in.

"It's done," he says, and the other two nod.

"What's done?" I ask, confused.

Damon sits down on a spare chair, giving me an amused look. I'm perched inhisusual chair—theCirque des Mortsthrone."Byrone, Jillian, Leighton, and Andy have set up the cameras. We're feeding the live stream back to our laptops. I have them watching the facility now. We also managed to hide one in Arthur's office."

"That's great," I remark, straightening up. "We'll be able to listen to his conversations. Might give us some leverage on how to stop them."

"Yes," Damon confirms. "Though we suspect they will be digging into the funds straight away."

"Will they bleed the fund dry?" I ask.

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