Explain the deal you made with Myrrah Challard.
How did you come to be involved with the rebels?
Tell us about Horizon.
The questions were never-ending. Just when he thought they’d be done, someone else walked in. Ryker was over this.
It wasn’t until they’d started directing questions at Brynleigh that Ryker snapped, though.
General Whitecliff, an Earth Elf who’d served in the army for decades, sat across from the couple. Her fiery hair was pulled back in a tight bun, and she looked every bit the fierce soldier Ryker had heard her to be. Perhaps at another time, he’d enjoy speaking with the elf, but seeing as how she was interrogating them—because that’s what this had fucking become—he was in no mood for pleasantries.
“Mrs. Waterborn, I need you to detail your role in this for meagain.” General Whitecliff’s voice brokered no room for discussion.
Brynleigh sighed. This was the third time she’d been asked this question. “As I’ve already told your colleagues, I don’t have a role in this. I was helping you.”
The Earth Elf tilted her head, and her emerald eyes gleamed. “Is that so?”
“Yes,” Brynleigh said. “It is.”
A long moment passed in terse silence before the general said, “Then I’m sure you wouldn’t mind?—”
“Enough!” Ryker slammed his free hand on the table. “My wifesavedus all. If you have a fucking problem with that, you can take it up with me.Later.”
He stood, tugging Brynleigh with him.
“Captain Waterborn—” General Whitecliff started.
“No. We’ve been here long enough. I’m taking my wife home. She needs to shower and rest.” They both did. “If you have further questions, call Representative Waterborn. I’m sure she’d be willing to set up an appointment.”
At the mention of Ryker’s mother, the general paled.
Ryker rarely enjoyed his mother’s cold-hearted, difficult nature, but sometimes, it came in handy—not that he would ever tell her that.
Maybe it was the blood covering his wife, or maybe it was the look on Ryker’s face, but either way, no one tried to stop them as they left the interrogation room.
Ryker led Brynleigh through the military buildings to the underground parking garage. He commandeered the keys of an emergency vehicle from a soldier who quaked when they saw Brynleigh’s bloody face.
It wasn’t until they were alone and standing in front of the sleek black vehicle with tinted windows that Brynleigh exhaled.
“Is it over?” She raised her black eyes to his, exhaustion etched into her face. “Are we done?”
After everything that had just happened, there was no wayanyone could question Brynleigh’s loyalties. She’d saved the family members of several Representatives and killed a high-ranking rebel within the Black Night.
Ryker dipped his chin, drew her into his arms, and confidently said, “Yes, love, we’re done.”
CHAPTER 39
Use Me
Brynleigh stretched her arms over her head, reveling in the warmth and comfort radiating from the fae resting beside her. Sunlight filtered through the window, casting beautiful yellow light onto the bed.
A smile crept across her face as she stared at the sun.
Three weeks had passed since the failed Reunion, yet she still couldn’t believe it was over. Not really. She still had nightmares about Jelisette staking her, but every time she woke up, she saw Ryker and knew it had been a dream.
She glanced to her right, where Ryker slept on his back. The sheet had slipped to his waist, and they were both naked from their late-night activities. Marlowe’s quiet snores came from the living room, where he slept on the couch, but Brynleigh couldn’t pull her gaze from her fae.
Gods above, Ryker was beautiful. His muscles were defined, his chest was sculpted, and even in his sleep, his mouth was perfectly kissable.