Page 175 of Broken Dreams

“No,” Adira says, chuckling. “Kane wants to turn Bret’s cock into a human candle with the intention of burning it off.”

Taking a sip of my coffee, I decide that I officially live in the Twilight Zone now, so I’m going to go with it.

“Cool,” I mutter. “So, how?—”

“I didn’t think torture was going to be the object of this morning’s conversation,” Cian says coldly, his eyes appearing pinched.

“Too fucking bad,” I growl. “Do we have a problem?”

“So was not talking a way to get my attention?” Cian asks blandly. “All a ruse to get our sympathy?”

I’m so shocked, my jaw drops. I don’t even know what to say, because how dare he? I’ve been trying to get back to who I was, even if I’m bruised and battered, yet my words aren’t enough to celebrate?

“That was really out of line,” Callum says. “Quinn was kidnapped, almost shot, and —”

“I threw myself in front of the bullet instead,” Christian says, wincing as he walks into the kitchen. He’s wearing a pair of gray sweatpants and nothing else, looking tired. “Trauma has a way of shocking things loose in the same way that it’ll silence someone. Accusing her is a low blow, old man.”

I continue to stare at Cian before shaking my head and turning to Kane. I can’t think much less talk, and I need a distraction.

Kane seems to understand, leaning forward with his hand on the back of the doll’s head as if to ensure that it doesn’t hit the island. His gaze is hot as he stares down Cian.

“If you’re going to be a problem, you may leave. No one here is fucking scared of you. We have a lot to cover, so if you’re going to fuck with Quinn’s very newly found enjoyment of the spoken language, get fucked, Cian,” Kane says.

My jaw drops now because I didn’t think he’d even think to defend me. I offered him someone to play with, so I figured that’s why he’s still around.

“My voices like yours, Quinn,” he adds. “Now, here are some options. Explosive penis or slow burning and hot? How much do you want it to hurt?”

“A lot,” I reply. Cian has made me want to crawl under a rock, and the words are bitten out and harsh.

Kane offers me a brilliant smile, pulling out a piece of paper and pen to show me his plans. Basically, he’s figured out how to create a human candle with a wick shoved in Bret’s slit andcovering his cock with candle wax that’s been mixed with a special type of oil so it’ll burn extra hot.

My knowledge of male anatomy and Bret’s issues keeping an erection makes me bite my lip in worry. It could very well be the world’s tiniest candle.

“Where did he lose you?” Damon asks, brow raised. “Too much?”

Callum replaces my empty mug for a cup of ice water, and I greedily take a sip.

“How…” I frown, pursing my lips. Fuck. I was doing so well. “His erection. Won’t…”

“Oh!” Kane exclaims. “I have special medication that I can inject into the base of his cock. It’ll stay hard, Quinn. Promise.”

Ah. That’s what I wanted to know.

“Fuck,” Cian curses.

“If you throw that mug, I’ll break your fingers,” Duncan says casually, putting out a platter of food. Callum helps put out more, and I’ve never been so excited to see mounds of eggs, bacon, hash browns, and pancakes before.

Cian blows out a breath, and I glance at him. What’s his deal now?

“May I have a word, Quinn?” he bites out, banging the mug down on the island. “Out there?”

“Do you really think that’s a good idea?” Adira asks, brow raising.

Picking up a piece of bacon, I stand and leave the room. He can follow if he wants that fucking word so badly.

I’m waiting outside of the kitchen, eating my bacon with a raised brow. It’s equal parts ‘fuck you’ and ‘I’m really damn hungry’.

“Callum?” Cian asks, watching me.

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