Page 11 of Cage Me

Even her tears didn’t convince that bastard to come. What, like he had more important things to do, like chasing terrified women through the woods, or something?

She had him on speakerphone now and the little shit was being exactly that. A shit.

What he didn’t know was that Cage was no luddite. He used his money to invest in all kinds of tech companies. Including the kind that created and used clandestine ops and all the fun gadgets that went with it. He was tracing this call and a team of his warriors were already en route to capture the bastard. SEAL Team Six had nothing on his guys.

Then again the SEALs didn’t have to fight demon dragons on a daily basis, and couldn’t use the power of sunshine and wind, and they didn’t have wings, or tails or sharp spiky teeth.

His guys were ready to nab him. Portia keeping Jett on the line now was gravy.

“Any favors I owed you were repayed when I convinced Geshtianna not to send her asshole brother after you. You’re persona non-gratis in the demon community, I’m the only reason you’re not dead.”

Portia’s face dropped even further at those words. Her body language went from irritated to defeated, despondent.

Nice boyfriend she had there.

Cage had more than enough reasons to push Portia to the edge, but he wasn’t a total dick. Enough was enough. He hadn’t yet said a word, and had instructed her not to mention he was listening.

If Jett had been willing to help because Portia asked, Cage would have been fine with that, but really all he’d needed from her was the connection.

His tablet pinged with a message, perfect timing. He stood and crossed over to her, giving her a little chuck on the chin and a wink. “I’ll take it from here, pumpkin.”

She scowled at the pet name, and stuck out her tongue at him. But, there was relief in her eyes too. Whoever’s mate she was had their work cut out for them. Poor lucky bastard.

He tapped a few keys on his tablet, got the response he was looking for and waited a few moments for the sounds of his team taking Jett down.

Portia glanced at him, a flash of concern in her eyes, when they heard a scuffle, the distinctive sound of dragon fire, and then the line went dead.

A new call came through on his cell phone. He answered on speaker, so she could hear that her precious ex wasn’t harmed.

“We have him, sir. ETA one hour,” the team leader said.

“Good work. Try not to kill him in the next sixty-minutes.”

“Will do.”

Cage hung up just before Portia poked him in the chest.

“What did you need me for if you already knew where he was? He can’t be that far away if they’re bringing him back in within an hour.”

He pushed her hand away. “He’s a slippery little bastard. You were the perfect distraction.”

If looks could kill, Portia would be on trial for murdering a Wyvern. “I’m god damn tired of being used.”

“Then think of it as payback.”

She bit back her retort. Unusual for her. “Are you going to kill him?”

Concern? Was she thinking about how she could help Jett escape? The asshole had done quite a number on her. She seemed both angry and loyal to him at the same time. “Someday. But, first I need him to answer a few questions.”

“Can I be there?”

Would her allure work on Jett? That could be useful. “If you want to help me question him.”

“No. I mean when you kill him.”

She was bloodthirsty. At least that meant she wasn’t going to try to help him escape.

It was hard not to feel protective of Portia. Yes, she’d wronged him, but he fully understood she’d done it out of what she thought was love.

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