Violet’s eyes fill, and I immediately pull her to me.
“Oh, thank God,” she whispers against me.
“Where would he go with his house being toast?” Carson asks, keeping his voice as calm as possible.
“Well, I’m not sure. He talked about having a place on an island somewhere, but he never took me there.”
“You lived here this whole time,” Violet says, her voice cracking. “Thiswhole time.”
“And you found me,” Rose says. “I knew you would, and that scared me because I knew he’d hurt you, or worse. He hurts everyone.”
“He won’t hurt you ever again,” Violet says.
Later that night, when we’re back in the penthouse and Rose is tucked away in her room, I take my savage girl up to the rooftop.
We sit in silence and listen to the city around us. She’s curled into my side, her head on my shoulder and her hand on my arm.
“I’ve been here for two years,” she begins, “and all this time my sister was less than thirty minutes from me.”
“You got her,” I remind her and kiss her hair. “And she’s doing a lot better than she was when we found her.”
“We started sparring again, and I think covering the tattoo on her neck helped too. She and Diego are inseparable.”
“That’s an interesting turn of events.”
Her head comes up and she frowns up at me. “Is it bad ‘interesting’?”
“No, not at all, just ... different. I’ve never seen him look at anyone the way he looks at her.”
“And how’s that?”
“The way I look atyou.” I kiss her nose. “You know we have to hunt Damien down.”
“I know.” She sighs and climbs into my lap. “But not tonight. Tonight, I want to curl up with my husband in our special spot and just be normal for a few hours, whatever that means.”
“Does that include me getting you naked and fucking you until you can’t walk straight?”
“Of course it does.”
“Then I’m in.”
Epilogue
MATEO
One Year Later
Ican’t fucking believe she let me do this.
That she trusts me enough to do this, even after a year of marriage and everything that happened with her sister. I knew that one of my savage girl’s hard limits was exhibitionism. And that’s fine with me. We have fun at Rapture regularly, and I don’t need to fuck her in front of other people to get off.
Christ, all I need isherto get off.
But she suggested that I tie her up in a voyeur room and play with her, and I wasn’t going to say no to that. Not ever.
“You’re sure?” I ask for the hundredth time since we walked in the building. Her hand is in mine, and I’m leading her back to a room that has a window. The occupants of said room get to decide if they pull the curtain so others can watch or if they stay private.
“I’m not saying salmon,” she replies with a smug grin. She’s wearing that black dress, the one she wore that first night withthe open back. I fuckinglovethis dress. “I trust you. If this is your thing, let’s try it.”