Page 133 of Blood of the Saints

Stomping into the bathroom, I crouch down and grab the syringe. My fingers wrap around the plastic and I have to will myself to stop so I don’t break it in my anger. My head feels so fucking heavy trying to make sense of the way I’m feeling, but it’s no use. My stubborn ass is ready to blow this entire thing up just to call them out on their bullshit.

I will get the answers I need.

* * *

Climbing into the bed,I check again to make sure the syringe is still under my pillow. I’ve mostly been here alone today. Theon came back with a sour look on his face that matched mine, but I’m sure it’s for different reasons.

He brought me my lunch then left, locking the door behind him. There wasn’t much talking, which is pretty normal with him, but I thought last night would’ve changed that. I asked him for an update on Novak and all he said was, “He’s dead.”

His response only pissed me off more. He’s back to keeping things hidden from me.

I wonder which asshole is going to be the lucky winner of a syringe to the neck tonight. The deepest part of me hates that I have to do it, but I feel fucking betrayed.

They have to know the FBI is looking for the missing people, they have to know I know about it even if I told them I was undercover for a different reason. I know it’s not like they are expected to tell me everything, but you’d think something this big, you’d mention. Even if it’s to taunt me. I thought with all of us getting closer and spilling our darkest secrets, something like this would’ve come up. But no, they are still fucking with my head, keeping me in the dark about who they are and what they do.

No one plays with Zamira Stone.

They will confess every detail of their kidnapping, defrauding, killing operation—whatever it is. I will find out exactly what they’re doing and why.

The door unlocks, and Ace forces himself into the room.

Perfect, just the fucker I wanted to see.

“Long time no see,” I say from my position on the bed, facing the door, so I can see his deceivingly gorgeous face.

Ace sighs, locking the door behind him. “Yeah, busy day.”

The angry monster comes to life under my skin. “I bet,” I growl.

His attention snaps, his face written in confusion. “What the fuck is your problem?”

I need to calm down before he gets really suspicious and my plan is ruined. I inhale for four and exhale for four, simmering the emotion that’s threatening to explode. “Nothing.”

Ace scoffs like he doesn’t believe me, shutting off the lights, then climbs into bed.

I’m pissed as hell at them, but I can’t help myself, I need to know what they found out. “What happened after Theon brought me up here last night? Did you get the answers you wanted?”

Rolling his head to look at me, his green eyes shine in the moonlight. “We got answers, but not what we wanted.” I try not to let the disappointment on his face get to me.

“Well, what did you get?”

“Nothing you need to know,” he grunts.

More fucking secrets.

If there wasn’t a chance that Ace could overpower me before I could even get the lid off the syringe, I’d fucking stab him right now.

“Did he say anything about how he knows me?”

Ace moves his eyes to the ceiling, shaking his head. “No.”

The way he can’t meet my eyes lets me know he’s lying. He knows something.

“If you’re lying to me Acey, I’ll find out, and you won’t like what I’ll do,” I threaten.

His eyes pop back to my face, the disappointment replaced with anger. “And if you threaten me again, temptress, I’ll take you downstairs and demonstrate on your tight little body what we did to Novak last night.”

There’s the Ace Lennox I know. Deranged asshole.

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