Page 125 of Scavenger's Oath
“In my fucking bed!” Myles scoffs, louder now. “Of all the goddamn places! You fuckmywoman… in my own fucking bed!?”
Zane meets his glare. “She was already in it. I didn't put her there,” he grinds out.
“But you sure as hell left your mark on it,” Myles growls, stepping closer. “You think you're the hero now, huh? Ride out with Phoenix for a few hours and come home like you’re the one who saved her.”
I don’t care about the bed. I don’t care about the goddamn hero act. All I see is her.
Ivy. Bruised. Trembling. Crying.
“It wasn’t planned! But she wanted it,” Zane's voice cuts through the tension like a taut wire ready to snap. “She begged.”
And fuck me—I hate how easy it is to believe that. I’ve seen how sweet her begging is… fell for it myself. But I’d have enough sense not to touch her while she’s injured.
“Congratulations. You let a broken girl beg her way into a bigger mess. You think that makes it better?” I deadpan.
“No.” His jaw works as he rakes a hand through his hair. “I didn't go in there for that. I went to tell her the truth. About… about what I did. I needed her to hear it. To hate me, if that's what it meant.”
“And what?” I bite, voice sharp. “She forgave you and spread her fucking legs?”
Something dark flickers in his eyes. “Don't talk about her like that,” he growls. “She asked me to, okay. I was gentle. I was careful. You weren't there. Shewantedit.”
“Oh,she wanted it?” I echo, voice mocking. “Did she want it last night too, Zane? Did she even have her eyes open this time?”
Myles steps up beside me, snarling. “What the fuck?”
Ignoring him, I fold my arms and wait for whatever pitiful excuse Zane has.
His gaze drops and I see a tremor run through him.
Good.He needs a fucking wake up call.
“Did she ask for a concussion and a black eye today as well… or did you just decide your dick could fix that for her?” I scoffed.
The words hang there, heavy and poisonous.
Something old and vicious uncoils in me. Something I thought I'd buried under layers of logic and distance.
I guess I was wrong.
“You should have waited,” I grind out, eyes locked on Zane. “She's in pain. You really thoughtnowwas the time?”
Zane’s lips purse. He looks away for half a second, guilt flashing across his face.
But when his gaze returns, it’s hard again. “She told me to,” he grumbles. “She said she wanted it, even if it hurt. I didn't push her.”
“Youdidn't stop her either,” Myles snaps. “You didn't think she might say that because she wants us all happy? That maybe she was feeling lost because you’ve been an asshole all day?”
Zane squares his shoulders and meets both of our stares head-on. “She knew what she wanted. And tonight, she wanted me.”
“You're so full of shit,” Myles laughs bitterly.
Ignoring Myles, I charge forward, stopping an inch from Zane's face. “She’s injured, Zane! What the hell is wrong with you? You're twice her fucking size.”
His jaw tightens. But for a second, just a second, I see the crack in his armour. The guilt. The fear.
“She begged me,” he says again, softer now, like he’s trying to convince himself this time. “I was careful.”
I laugh coldly. “You keep telling yourself that. Maybe if you say it enough, you'll start to believe it.”
