She was the one getting fucking played.
I texted back.
Louis
Fine. Just tell me it gets better?
Cassian didn’t hesitate.
Cassian
You and your damn morals.
Cassian
You could’ve just found relief with your wife.
Cassian
God knows you’re going to need to at some point.
Cassian
Especially when they give you a choice.
My pulse slowed.
Louis
What choice?
Cassian
You’ll see. We deal in secrets, lust, power, gore. You gotta pay to play, man. Get some rest.
I tossed the phone across the bed and dropped face-first onto the mattress.
I’d barely sunk into the sheets when the door clicked shut behind me.
“You alive? Or are you humping the mattress?” Tempest’s voice drifted in, full of that dry amusement that somehow madeeverything worse. “I mean—as long as it’s not a stuffed animal, I think we’re safe.”
I flipped her off without lifting my head. “You could solve all of this by just telling me what’s so damn important about infiltrating the family, maybe I already know what you want. Then again, I imagine it’s longer than finding out a riddle.”
She didn’t answer.
Typical.
“Anyway,” I muttered, dragging myself upright, “I’m almost looking forward to the next and final vials.”
She gave a snort. “You’re insane.”
“I’m hopeful,” I said. “I’m rooting for sociopath next round. But hey—zombie’s still in the running. If I start drooling, just catch it. I don’t want to stain the hardwood.”
Tempest plopped down beside me, her thigh brushing mine. “You’re funnier when you’re depressed as hell. Maybe that’s why she fell for you.”
I groaned. “This again? Your sister’s happily married. And not here.”
My mouth was dry. I licked my lips. “I never slept with her.”