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Thessaly’s gaze drops to his mouth. She understood him.
Good.
So did I.
Carnage plants himself between us, and there’s something in the way he looks at Thessaly now that has nothing to do with what she did at the gate.
This is personal.
I know enough about what Hell did to him to understand why. They tried to make him obey. Tried to break him when he wouldn’t. Treated him like a weapon right up until the day he turned that weapon back on them.
Thessaly just made the mistake of telling Carnage she thinks she owns me.
His hand reaches back for mine again, and I give it to him. His fingers lock around mine before he faces Thessaly.
No voice.
No growl.
No roar.
He still manages to make the warning perfectly fucking clear.
Thessaly’s pale eyes narrow. “Your objection has been noted, hellhound.”
Carnage gives her the finger.
Well… some languages really are universal.
Thessaly doesn’t even look at him. “Three days,” she says, her eyes locked on mine instead, and something almost like an apology moves behind them before it’s gone. “Echo reports to the Conclave as our asset, or we retrieve the asset by force. Lethal, if it comes to that.”
For a second, I am sure I heard her wrong.
Lethal.
I knew they wanted me back. I knew what they would do to me if they ever got their hands on me again.
But kill me?
Somehow, after twelve years of running, I’d never let myself go that far.
A sharp breath comes from somewhere behind Carnage. Roxy swears under her breath while Cali’s chair scrapes hard across the floor, and around the room the brothers start talking over each other, disbelief quickly turning ugly.
Carnage doesn’t make a sound.
He can’t.
But the hand wrapped around mine clamps down so hard it almost hurts.
I look at him, and black has swallowed his eyes completely.
His hellhound is right fucking there.
Not restless this time.
Ready.
Something inside me cracks at the sight of him because Thessaly just stood there and told everyone she’ll kill me, and Carnage looks ready to tear apart anyone who tries.
