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What on earth is wrong with me? I don’t do this. I’mpolite. I’ve never had a jealous bone in my body, and I wasmarried. I don’t feel in control of myself right now. I’m frayed and tired, and realizing my men are alive only makes me want to clutch them to me and never let go.

Bentley’s grin widens as his gaze slides to me, and there’s a long, pointed silence beside me that makes me want to become a bat and find a new home deep in the cavernous darkness.

I wonder if Jasper is as embarrassed for me right now as I am for myself.

Jaykob slings an arm over my shoulder with a smirk. “Now, that ain’t exactly?—”

“Be quiet, Jaykob,” Jasper hisses, pressing one finger to his temple. Then he removes it, and gives my face a tense, searching look.

He’s... not interested in men, though. Is he? Lucky said he wasn’t.

I give him the searching look back. Actually, Lucky said he thought the others were “at least mostly” straight. Whateverthatmeans.

Rather than answering my unspoken question, Jasper sighs through his nose, then gives Bentley a vexed look. “I’m not interested in you.”

An answer that tells menothing.

“Hmm,” I say, pressing into Jaykob.

Bentley raises one brow and opens his mouth like he’s about to say something. Then he closes it and snorts, saying instead, “You must be the little miss they were looking for.” He grins. “Serious thing, aren’t you? You?—”

“If you tell her to smile, I’ll hit you myself,” Heather says behind me.

I grit my teeth as I turn. Dom trails to a halt beside her.

“Nah, not my style,” Bentley says. He lifts his chin at her in a friendly nod. “Bentley, president of the Grande Medieval Association of America.”

But Heather’s attention is caught on Alastair and Mateo behind him.

And when she smiles, I see their deaths.

Chapter20

Dominic

Survival tip #164

Rangers Lead the Way.

(Even when they shouldn’t.)

This is a goddamned mess.

Heather strides in front of me as we make our way back to the main cavern, pointing out the exits and the hazards like I can hear anything except this roaring in my ears. Heather.Heat. She’s injured and filthy, and she stinks like a military gym locker room, but she’s never cared about any of that. Because it’sHeather.

Heather who saved me.

Heather who loved me.

Heather who broke me.

Heather who... sold me out.

We’ve got her group secured in this dank cave network she said they used sometimes, and I can’t pretend it doesn’t piss me off. There are kids here. Crotchety old folks who should be reclining on rocking chairs in Jasper’s library. These people shouldn’t be ducking from temporary camp to camp in these fucking woods that seethe with danger.

How much of an asshole does she really think I am that this is the better option?

I can’t see Thomas loving this either.

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