Page 42 of Psycho Alphas: Part Two
“Help withwhatexactly?”
I snorted. “Doesn’t matter.” I would ask her to send him back the moment she returned from her date.
“Is she in danger?”
I scowled. “The Brotherhood is gone. Your property was taken, and your wealth was parcelled out. You have nothing.”
Ace tilted his head. There was a long silence as a smile cracked on his face. “The Brotherhood wasn’t my power.”
I raised my eyebrows.
Of course he’d say that.
“This danger, I presume it involves my mate?” he asked.
“I don’t believe you care about her.”
Ace regarded me for a while, looking like he was debating whether to say something. “I tried to kill her once, you know?”
I froze, gaze fixed on him.
He seemed to enjoy my reaction, the corner of his lips curving up. “Wasn’t long after I found her for the first time. Underestimated quite how this… attachment worked. How addicted I would be. So, I tried to send a guard in toridme of her.” He scowled, a manic flash in his eyes. “But I couldn’t evenspeakthe words.”
His lips drew back in a sneer. “That’s how much power a soul match has, and I don’t like power I can’t control. Luckily, the guard had been with me a long time. He figured out what I wanted without me saying a thing. So, he went to her room in the middle of the night while she was sleeping—can you guess what happened?”
I blinked, watching him stiffly, frustratingly caught up in what he was saying.
I didn’t answer, though, racing through all the possibilities. Imagining Thistle being woken up in the night, faced with a gun.
“Healmostmade it,” Ace said. “Almost freed me of her. Dragged her from sleep, had the gun to her head…”
I knew the answer before he said it. “You stopped him.”
“It was impossible to stay away. I don’t remember following him. I don’t remember anything until she was shaking in my arms and he was bleeding out on the floor. That was when I first began to hate her.Trulyhate her.”
“Why are you telling me this?”
“Why do youthinkI’m telling you?”
“So I don’t tell her to send you back to hell.”
Ace let out a dry laugh. “And?”
“I don’t need your help protecting her,” I said.
“It’s not looking good for you. Where’s her…” Ace looked a little disgusted at his own question. “Herrabbit?” he asked. “She didn’t have it earlier.”
“Bunny.” I corrected him before catching myself.
Ace gave me a pitying smile. “She won’t last long without it.”
Him.
By the skin of its teeth, my pride barred me from correcting the pronouns on an inanimate stuffie in an attempt toout-Thistlehim.
My head wasn’t screwed on right. Or Rogue had hit me too hard.
I narrowed my eyes, though, a little surprised. He clearly loathed his connection to Thistle, but that didn’t make him oblivious. “It’s… getting fixed.”
