Page 77 of Ensnared

Domreally should take five minutes to speak with her.Edenis no mouse.

She’sa force to behold.

Andhis stupid, patronizing plan is going to drive her away from us.

“Eden, if any of us have made you feel... ifI’vemade you feel—”

Adoor slams loud enough to echo through the house, cutting me off and shattering the serious moment.

“LUCKY,”Domroars.

Allcolor drains fromEden’sface, leaving her white to her lips.

Ah, shoot, now that’s a shame.Igive her a regretful look.

MaybeLuckyreally will get her killed.

Chapter20

Eden

Survivaltip #245

Findthe biggest predator you can.

Thenhide behind them.

“Oh,shit,”Iswear.Allthoughts of their silly rules, and my place here, and being kept like a stray dog vanish in a crash of terror.

Luckypeeks his head from the kitchen just asDomrounds the top corridor, livid.Inseconds, he’s rushed down the stairs and is stalking for the kitchen.

Ishould be moving.Ishouldn’t be here.Butmy head feels light.Floaty.

AmIgoing to faint?

Imight faint.

Therest ofLuckypops through the door, with a huge, shit-eating grin on his face.

Domgrabs the front of his shirt, shoves the smaller man against the wall, and crowds him with every broad-shouldered inch he has. “Giveit back now,Lucky, andIwon’t take your head off.Wehad a deal.”

Ilift half out of my seat, debating whetherIshould rush in and stopDomagain or just letLuckyget the ass kicking he probably deserves.Myhands twist into a white-knuckled knot in front of me.

Beaulooks over at the scene, leaning back in his chair to watch, seemingly entertained.Luckyis still grinning, thatdamnabledimple of his winking like a bad joke.Idart a look atBeau, like he might help, and he glances back, giving me a curious once-over.Ican practically see him putting the pieces together.

Luckyclears his throat. “Technicallythe deal was thatIcouldn’t take it from your room.”

Thatcatches my attention.Alow, sick moan escapes me, andBeau’sbrows shoot up in surprise.Ineed to go.

Now.

Domfreezes, then his head turns until he looks at me.Likesomething out of a horror movie,Iwonder if it will keep spinning.

“Youstole the bazooka from my room?”

Iback up a step, releasing a gust of nervous air. “I—Well,I—”

Beaurubs a hand over his lips, not quite able to stop his stunned amusement from showing.

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