Page 8 of The Devil's Dream

“Sleep, Kitten,” Kane answered for me.

Nova's eyes drooped, exhaustion finally winning out.

As her breathing deepened, I caught Kane's knowing look.

“We can't wait anymore, brother,” he said quietly. “Almost lost you today. Almost lost our chance with her.”

I nodded.

He was right.

We'd been holding back, watching from a distance, telling ourselves the timing wasn't right. Not with everything that was happening around us.

But feeling Nova's warmth against me, knowing those bastards had been watching her...

The time for waiting was over.

She was ours.

And once I was out of this fucking bed, we'd make damn sure she knew it.

Chapter Three

Nova

A week into my forced stay at the clubhouse, and I still couldn't get used to waking up in a stranger's bed.

Well, not exactly a stranger's bed. I’d been staying in the apartment Banner had assigned, only to learn it was also where Kane and Haze stayed when they didn’t leave the compound. That was how I learned the bed actually belonged to Kane; though, he'd been sleeping on the couch since I moved in.

And to be honest, I wasn't exactly sure how I felt about that, which was a problem in itself.

I barely knew the man, well, either of them really. But I had to admit, they were definitely having an effect on me.

My life usually revolved inside my safe little bubble.

I wasn’t one to deviate from my comfort zone. Work and home. That was it for me.

“Nova?” A knock at the door had me pulling the covers up to my chin. “You decent, Kitten?”

“Yes,” I called out, my voice still scratchy with sleep.

Kane pushed the door open, looking unfairly gorgeous for the early hour.

I sighed.

That was what I’d been subjected to every morning for the last week.

Him.

Waltzing around the place in low-slung gray sweatpants and nothing else.

First world problems?

Uh, yeah. I know.

My tongue swept across my bottom lip as my eyes traced the tattoos decorating his chest.

It should be a crime to look that good.

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