Page 61 of Make Me Wild (Rich Demons of Darkwood 3)

Chapter21

Aurora

When we got back to the hotel, Remington was lounging on the couch looking freshly showered and irritated, and the sound of the shower in the next room was still going.

“Where the hell were you?” Remington demanded. “Can’t you people leave a note?”

Pax regarded him skeptically. “As if you didn’t know. As if you weren’t tracking us.”

“I track you because I love you,” Remington said lightly.

I’d never heard him use the word love before, even as a joke, so it sounded odd on his lips.

Remington turned to me. “Are you all right?”

I nodded. “Just had to see if the Demon knew anything.”

“Do you believe him?” Stellan demanded. “He knew something about Sophia.”

I nodded. “He’s always made this big deal about how he doesn’t lie to me… but I don’t believe him.”

And I didn’t want to believe him about my mother, either. I felt a prickle of nervous doubt, though.

Remington hugged me tightly. “Listen, we took care of them. No more stalkers.”

“What do you mean, you took care of them?”

“I was with Cain,” he said wryly. “Does that tell you what I mean when I say we took care of someone?”

Maybe it was a sign that the Demon had made me almost as evil as he was himself in the process of trying to survive, but I couldn’t summon any regret at the thought of Cain killing the rest of the cult members. But I stared at him, chewing my lip, barely daring to believe it.

“Stellan identified some cult members that weren’t there in the basement,” Remington went on. “They’re all gone, Aurora. They’re never going to bother you again.”

I let out a shaky breath. It was too much to hope for. “Did you see a green Jeep?”

“A green Jeep?” He frowned. “No. Is there someone I need to kill who drives a green Jeep?”

“Maybe just to be on the safe side,” I said, then let out a shaky laugh. “No, it’s fine. I’ve just been remembering this man who was obsessed with me. One of my father’s admirers and apprentices. I was worried he would replace me… but he seemed more interested in marrying me.”

Remington’s face went tight with fury, some combination of protectiveness and possessiveness, perhaps. “Did he hurt you?”

I shook my head. “Just another one of my father’s creeps. It’s fine.”

Remington nodded. “I hope this brings you a little peace, Aurora. We made it look as if they were the ones that killed my father. That way, hopefully, people won’t keep looking at you for it.”

I felt oddly touched by that. “Does that mean you’re not planning to use the Internet to terrorize me and keep me under control anymore?” Remington gave me a smile that had an edge to it. “I saw you with Cain, Aurora. I don’t think we need the Internet to keep you under control.”

I couldn’t help but blush. That was embarrassing. And he wasn’t wrong. Not that I would ever let Cain truly control me, but I certainly enjoyed our games.

“You’re beautiful when you blush,” he commented. “But you know you have nothing to be embarrassed or ashamed of with us. We’re all far worse monsters than you.”

“Remington, what if I tell you I’m not convinced you’re monsters anymore at all?”

His brows tilted upward. “Then I’d tellyouthat you’re losing your mind. Although I guess after everything you’ve been through, maybe you’re entitled.”

“Can I borrow one of your laptops?” I asked while he was feeling sympathetic.

“Why?” he questioned.

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