Page 33 of Betrayed
I’d probably need one strong enough for elephants.
I smile into my cup of tea.
I turn as Lucian walks into the room, shirtless, jeans half-zipped, hair a mess from sleep and sex.
His eyes land on the notebook.
Then on me.
“Your plan?”
I nod.
He crosses the kitchen in three slow, silent steps, and I feel the air shift around him, thick with warning.
“You’re not going after him alone.”
“That’s not what I said.”
“You’re thinking it.” He pins me with that steel gaze.
I say nothing.
Definitely would need more than tranquilizers to keep him here.
“Did you get in touch with Cass?” I ask.
He sinks into the seat beside me with a heavy breath. “The men did. Cass said you’d better make it back so she can, and I quote, ‘find some way to kick your bony ass. I’m so mad I don’t even need legs to do it.’”
“She’s going to run me over with her wheelchair, isn’t she?”
“Let’s hope she gets the chance.”
His heavy words give me a shiver, reminding me of the constant danger we’re under.
“And Ryan?” I ask.
“Ryan is too busy making friends to be too worried about Aunt Rin; he assumes she’s having sleepovers with her cool boyfriend, Lucian.”
“Which I am.”
“Erin,” he sighs, “if this is what you consider a sleepover, you have more issues than I thought.”
I shake my head. “You have no idea.”
He eyes me.
“Did I say that aloud?” I blink at him.
He grins. “I’ve got them covered. They’re safe. She said she can do it on her own, but not knowing how long we'll be gone, I hired an aide to stay with her.”
“Oh my god!” I exhale with a whoosh, “Thank you. Thank you so much.”
Will I ever be able to pay him back?
“Welcome.” He taps his finger three times against the tabletop. “Now, let me hear your plan.”
His gaze is too intense. I hop up from my seat, this time managing not to topple the chair in my haste.
