Page 87 of Martyr
I meet Tem’s eyes. “You.”
Her brows furrow.
“You’re in a burning building,” Reese says again, but this time, he’s staring at Saint. “Who are you saving?”
“We’ve already had this conversation,” Saint says.
He grasps Tem’s hips and lifts her off him. Reese helps her stand, and he pulls her pants up. His tattooed cock stands at attention, the head an angry red color. It’s the only part that isn’t covered in ink. The length of him is wet from Tem’s pussy.
Reese jerks. “You?—”
“I’d dive back into it for any of you,” he finishes.
“This is a hypothetical, though,” Artemis says slowly. She buttons her pants and frowns. “And no one asked who I would save.”
“You’d save all of us,” I say.
“You already have,” Reese adds.
She smiles.
It feels like a moment that should be underlined and saved
“Poor Saint,” I murmur, focusing back on him. “You didn’t come?”
He hasn’t moved, but now he swings his legs around. I step out of the way and allow him the space to hop to his feet. He drags his jeans back up over his boner, somehow managing to get the zipper up and the button done.
“Time for that later,” he says.
Artemis looks ready to argue, but he shakes his head.
“No. Let’s deal with our problems so it isn’t hanging over us.”
He has a point.
“Ouranos,” Reese says. “And the Cyclopes.”
Artemis sighs and rubs her eyes. “Bradshaw is in the hospital… but do we know where Malik is? Didn’t Gabriel say he might be here? I can’t believe I forgot?—”
“You were a bit distracted,” Reese murmurs.
I frown. “He wasn’t in the building. We cleared the whole thing.”
Saint grabs her hand and kisses her knuckles. “We’ll find him.”
“He’s like family,” she says to me and Reese. “I grew up…”
“You were in the Hell Hounds?” I ask. That’s news to me.
“No.” She climbs down from the seat and slips between us. On the other table are her weapons that she unloaded earlier. “No, I didn’t. Apollo, Jace, and Wolfe did, and I was… around. Where else would I have gone? Malik was always like a brother to them. An older, annoying brother. He taught them the ropes. And, by default, I was the annoying little sister tagging along when Cerberus wasn’t looking.”
Saint snorts.
“From Terror to the Hell Hounds…” Reese seems stricken. “And you can still smile?”
“I’m sure you saw worse.” She peeks over her shoulder at us. “You were deployed. You saw real war. You smile just fine.”
“He didn’t for a while, Tem,” I tell her.
