Page 15 of Savage Scream

“Oh hi, Jared. Did I interrupt you guys having phone sex?”

I roll my eyes, and Dee does the same, shaking her head.

“What do you think, George?” I use her last name and it doesn’t even bother her because a huge fucking smile spreads her black lips wide.

“I think you were working your way up to it.” She wags her dark brows, and Dee shoves her with her shoulder, knocking her off the bed. “Hey! Not cool, sister!”

Dee smirks, and I love seeing that. Her interacting with her new foster family. I chuckle, because I can’t help it. From my point of view, it looked funny to have Rhys there one second and gone the next.

“You should be nicer to me, Dee. I have things that you could borrow that might come in handy for your phone games with Crowley.” I can hear Rhys, but can’t see her, the camera directed at the only female I ever want to lay eyes on. “Like a ring light stand that you can put your phone in. Frees up your hands to do other things.”

Dee shifts and the pillow under her head disappears before I can only assume she throws it, and I hear Rhys cackling like a fucking hyena before a door slams and the background noise disappears.

“She gone?” I ask, still chuckling, and Dee directs her frown back to the screen before her face softens and she nods. “I like the idea of the ring light. You should totally borrow that.”

Her chocolate eyes widen at my words before that familiar pink blush flushes over her cheeks, and I beam.

It still blows me away that she can kill and slaughter, yet be so fucking cute and shy when it comes to sex.

‘Bye Jared!’

Her message comes through and I chuckle, but shake my head.

“Nope, you’re not hanging up yet. Not until you answer a question.”

She rolls her eyes, so I take that as agreement and continue.

“Who drove you around last night?”

She frowns.

“You know, when you went and completed multiple jobs.”

Her eyes fall lower as she types out her response, and a moment later it comes through.

‘I don’t know what you mean.’

I shake my head. “Yeah, you do, Deranged. You know exactly what I mean.” When her face remains neutral and she makes no attempt to respond, I continue. “Who the fuck drove you?!”

Her brows shoot high at my tone, and a dark expression crosses her face. It’s a lethal expression, and I have no doubt that if we were in the same room right now, she’d probably sit me on my arse.

“Look. I’m not trying to be a prick, but I fucking care about you. A couple of nights ago you were ambushed, Dee. You shouldn’t be alone on these jobs. It’s too dangerous. So please tell me someone drove you. And then tell me who the fuck it was.”

Her glare turns to an eye roll before she taps out her response.

‘No one drove me. I stole a bike from a house a few streets over and rode it to the locations. I stayed in Fox Pines last night, but I will need a driver when I venture out of this town. It won’t be you, though.’

“Like fuck it won’t!” I hiss and she shakes her head as if she’s fed up.

‘I won’t put you at risk again.’

“Why?” I snap. “Why is it ok for you to be at risk, and not me?”

She doesn’t respond.

“Come on, Dee. Don’t hold back on me. Be honest. Tell me.”

She worries her lower lip for a moment and then responds.

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