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But Cyrus brought over her dress, carefully slipping it over her legs and up her body. She lifted Tess and shifted her to get her dressed.

Once she was clothed, I held her chin in my hands. “Ready to go home?”

Nodding, Tess was so soft. “Yes, please.”

As I went to put my hands under her, Cyrus grabbed my shoulder. “Let me.”

My face scrunched together, eyes flicking from hers to Blade’s to Tess’s. “Is that okay, babe?”

She thought about it for a second before nodding.

Stepping aside, I let Cyrus scoop up our girl in her arms.

Blade and I formed a wall in front of them as we walked out of the dungeon and back into the noisy dance floor. Using our bodies, we cleared a path for Cyrus to carry Tess through the crowd.

Overhead, I could see the first hints of sunrise peaking through the glass ceiling of the terminal.

We needed to get our girl home, to make sure she rested.

As we ascended the metal stairs and walked back to the valet, leaving the chaos of The Station and the Madame behind, I felt my heart pulse in my chest.

Setting Tess in the backseat, we positioned her head in Blade’s lap and buckled her in. Her eyes were nearly closed by the time we all piled back into the Aston Martin.

Something had changed. She wasn’t just our toy anymore, not just our favorite girl to hunt. She was really ours. All of ours.

53

TESS

Tossing my hair, I took one last look in my floor length mirror. Outside my window, the sun was setting over Feverpoint.

It had been a few days since The Station, our meeting with the Pigeon, and our evening in the dungeon.

A shiver ran down my spine as I thought back. I wasn’t even sure how we’d gotten home, just that I’d been scooped up in Cyrus’s muscular arms and carried out of there half asleep.

What I did remember made my sore body throb.

Shaking my head, I struggled to believe how easily I’d submitted to the Freaks… to Cyrus most of all. After everything they’d done to me, all the lies they’d told, I was so willing to let them back in.

I gave my outfit a once over, a cheap leather jacket over a flannel and a band tshirt I’d had since I left the foster system. On the bottom, I wore black tights and a pair of skimpy, black shorts.

I still wasn’t sure where Nash was planning to take me but I knew it was mostly indoors.

Pursing my lips, I turned away from the mirror. I loved an excuse to get her hands on me. And I knew the shorts and tights would be enough to entice her.

Opening my door and heading down the hallway, I remembered the way that electric wand had felt on my skin. I could still feel the bolts tingling against my flesh — still remember the sick smile on her face as she watched me flinch.

“Goddamn, Trinket.” Blade scoffed as I made my way to the living room, where she was leaning back on the couch. A massive grin swarmed her face, making me almost certain that she was remembering what we’d done in the dungeon too.

“Thanks.” I tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear and headed for the door.

Blade groaned as she jumped off the couch. “I fucking wish I could come with you. It’s a crime to let you walk out that door without making you come at least once.”

A deep blush rose to my cheeks and I nudged her shoulder. “Yeah, well, duty calls.”

While we’d been waiting for word from Tracer, hoping for more details on Jeremy Zoric, all of my Freaks had been trying to get a hold on their drug trade.

Despite feeling like they had an iron grasp, someone was shipping in DMT from a nearby lab and sneaking it into all of their distribution networks.