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“Yeah, I think I’m good.” I grab my bag, opening the door. “I just need to survive this meeting. Find us something fun to do when I get back.”
I’ve barely been on the road for two minutes when my phone buzzes.
Rachel: Maybe when you get back, just for shits n’ giggles, we try a little spell on Mr. Lover Boy. You distract him, I'll snip a piece of his hair, and we can voodoo your way into the best sex of your life. We can see just how witchy you really are.
I snort, shaking my head at her insanity. Typical Rachel.
Although… I’m pretty sure I wouldn’t need a spell for that.
Kane’s barely done more than kiss me, and he’s already blown every past experience out of the water.
The thought sends a flush creeping up my neck, and I can already feel the heat pooling between my legs.
I mentally scold myself. I need to stay focused. The last thing I need to do is to leave a wet spot on the Uber’s seat.
I groan under my breath, but the damage is done. My brain spirals straight to the highlight reel from last night.
Chapter 21
No Signs
Kane
The tension in my body is past the point of reason. My jaw is locked so tight it aches, and every muscle feels like it’s primed to snap. Only one thing is going to take the edge off.
Violence.
I look at Cam as he lounges on a barstool, his usual smirk firmly in place.
“Ready to lose?”
He lets out a sharp laugh, shaking his head. “You know damn well I'm going to kick your ass.”
I smirk, rolling my shoulders. “We’ll see about that.”
But even a fight won’t be enough to put out the fire burning through me. Raven’s unraveling me, piece by fucking piece. Every part of my life, every calculated move, every carefully constructed plan, I’ve built on control. Always knowing the next step before anyone else does.
But with her, it’s a goddamn freefall.
I can’t predict what she’s going to do, what sharp-witted response she’s going to throw out, or what reckless thing she’ll do just to prove a point. She’s chaos, and I want to burn in it.
If she hadn’t been rushing off to that damn meeting, I might have kept her in the car and laid everything out. But she slipped through my fingers again, leaving me holding back the truth once again.
I know I can’t keep ignoring it.
Cam’s already halfway down the hall, calling over his shoulder. “Let me get changed. Be right down.”
The short walk gives me just enough time to wrestle with the part of me that’s still back in that storm with her.
I’d kill to be a fly on the wall during that meeting of hers, watching her annihilate whatever fool had the audacity to overstep. She has no patiencefor men who don’t listen, that much is clear. And Meathead Mike is about to learn that the hard way.
If I had more than just a nickname to go off, I’d already have his entire history laid out in front of me. I know she doesn’t need me to watch out for her. She’s made that abundantly clear. But that doesn’t mean I won’t.
I inhale, shoving the thought down before it can go any further. It's not my problem. I have bigger things to worry about.
Cam finally comes down the stairs, stretching his arms over his head like he’s on a goddamn vacation. He takes one look at me and smirks. “You look like shit. You sure you don’t want to just talk it out?”
I don’t bother responding. Instead, I step into the ring making the message loud and clear. Talking isn’t an option.
