Page 267 of Evil Boys

My body feels so weak against the metal that I can barely move, let alone react, when he steps inside.

Is it my turn now to scream? Fuck.

Sweat drops roll down my back as I try to focus, but my brain refuses to cooperate.

“Lana?”

That voice …

My eyes burst open, and I home in on the way it sounded.

Could it be …

No, he can’t be here. My imagination must be fooling me.

Something hard clatters to the ground, and the figure rushes at me.

I close my eyes.

Only for two arms to wrap around my body so fiercely I almost melt away.

“Lana, you’re alive.”

I suck in a hampered breath. “Kai?”

“Yes, kitty, I’m here.”

The tears welling up in my eyes refuse to back down, sheer disbelief dripping into my voice. “You came …”

“Of course I came for you,” he says, his voice so soothing I just let the tears flow freely. “Why do you sound surprised?”

I suck in another breath. “I just thought, after my outburst about those pictures, you guys would never—”

“I would scour the world for you and burn it all down just to rescue the only woman I love.”

He … loves me?

He smashes his lips onto mine for just a second, but that one second is enough to snap me back into reality. And for the first time in what feels like forever, I can see clearly again, his marred face shining like an angel coming straight from the heavens. And I have never in my life been happier to see someone.

He leans back and grips my face, his thumb caressing the wound on my cheek. “That’s not a scrape … Who did this to you?”

“Romeo,” I mutter.

He bares his teeth. “That bastard will pay for touching what’s mine.”

I swallow as I brace while he grasps the metal clasps that keep me a prisoner in this cell. “I’m getting you out of here,” he growls.

Someone else approaches, and I blink a couple of times when I notice the red hair. “Milo?”

“In the flesh,” he muses. “You didn’t think we’d leave you here to rot, did you?”

I smile through the tears as he comes close and pecks me on the cheeks. “You look like you’re about to fall asleep, though.”

“They drugged me.”

He looks at me with half-mast eyes. “Is it getting stronger or wearing off?”

“Wearing off, I think,” I mutter.

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