LOGINMy knee won’t stop shaking as I sit at the far end of the couch Julian and I share, while Lucien deals with an impromptu call. “You’re going to pop your knee out of its socket,” he tells me. “And Adrian is going to want you to stay in bed, like the fussy person he is.” That’s enough to stop me. I place a firm hand on my thigh, forcibly stopping my leg from bouncing up and down. I don’t want to be confined to bed when the world is crumbling around me. My terrible ordeal might be over for now, but I wanted to be there for Shane if he needed someone on his side. I knew how it felt to be all alone in the world, with a mother who didn’t want me and a stepfather who saw me as a bargaining chip. The only problem was getting Adrian to agree when it came down to it. I sit up straighter as Lucien walks back into the living room. But before he can say anything, the door opens. I hold my breath again—without meaning to, because I’m used to everything bad happening all at once
“How did you know?” The response from the other end of the phone is interrupted by the loud purring of a car’s engine. I hear it seconds before I see Julian pulling up in front of the hall, driving like there aren’t students walking about. They get out of his way in a hurry, and he stops abruptly in front of me, throwing the passenger’s door open. “What are you waiting for?” He asks. “Get in.” I hop it, shutting the door, and he reverses like it’s nothing, not bothering to check any blind spots. I quickly put on my seat belt as he peels out of the campus grounds, grinning like a maniac. “Are you going to tell me how you know that Shane’s in trouble?” I finally ask, still clinging to the belt for my safety as he goes over the speed limit, racing past cars on the highway. Julian takes his eyes off the road for a second. “Well, for starters, his real name isn’t Shane Dawson…or whatever he told you.” My jaw drops, but I’m quick to pick it back up because with Julian Ha
I flinch as a motorcycle pulls up beside me, engine revving. Shane swings off it, yanking his helmet free. “Hey.” He falls into step beside me without missing a beat. “I haven’t seen you all week. Two weeks, actually. I thought about messaging you, but after what happened at the club…” He trails off, rubbing the back of his neck. “Also, I realized I didn’t have your number.” I frown slightly. The club? Oh. With everything I’d been through this past week — almost getting kidnapped, having some combination of black market paralytic agents injected into me, fighting for my life, the nightmares, the flashbacks to my teenage years, the hospital checkup where I nearly fainted in the waiting room — I completely forgot that I’d ditched Shane the night Marcus dragged us out, because Julian showed up out of nowhere and whisked me to the pizza place. And the Russians. I can’t forget the Russians. They’d kicked the whole thing off — showing up at the house, then ambushing
“Are you sure?” he asks again. I nod. “I need you.” His hands guide me without rushing, and I tilt my head back, meeting his darkened gaze, full of heat and affection that makes my heart stutter and swell. His arousal nudges at my entrance, and I turn, with some help, to straddle him. I reach into the water, stroking him with the soapy water slipping between my fingers. He groans as he leans in, kissing me. “god, you’re perfect.” I lift a little and sink again, taking him inch by inch. My body protests from the aches all around, but the pressure only makes me want him more. The stretch, as I take him in, is so exquisite it steals my breath. I gasp against his lips as his arms circle my waist. “Don’t move,” he whispers. “Not yet.” We stay like that—joined and breathing in each other as the water lapped at our skin and sloshed over the tub’s edge. “You’re tight,” he murmurs as he kisses my neck, resting his head on my chest. His hands slide up and down my back and st
The ride home from the hospital is quiet. Adrian doesn’t let go of my hand the entire way, his shoulder carrying the weight of my droopy head. When the car stops and he carries me inside like I weigh nothing, his arms are careful not to press against the bruises I can’t even see yet. “I asked Grace to run a bath for you,” he says. I realize, when he doesn’t take the stairs, that he’s not taking me to my bedroom. He pushes open a door, carrying me through space with muted wall colors, and then he pushes through another door. The faint smell of lavender and warm sandalwood fills the air as he carries me into the bathroom. Steam curls lazily from the surface of the massive marble tub in the middle. My body feels like it has been run over by a truck, and every muscle screams when he gently sets me down. “I’ll be outside,” he murmurs, walking away and closing the door softly behind him. I manage to get the thick pair of cotton sweatpants off, pausing several times
“You don’t know what the fuck is wrong with her?” a voice snarls somewhere nearby. “It’s your job. Your goddamn job to make sure she stops passing out every fucking second.” I toss from side to side, my head lolling against the pillow as I fight to surface through the thick fog weighing down my body. Every sound feels distant, muffled, as if I’m listening from underwater. “Sir—” another voice cuts in, calmer, male. A doctor, maybe. “I promise you, we’re doing everything we can.” My eyelids flutter, but they refuse to stay open. “We couldn’t properly identify what was in her system before,” the doctor continues, “but we’ve administered the right antidote. She should be awake any minute now.” A sharp exhale follows. “Any minute now?” the first man snaps. “That’s what you said three hours ago.” My brow furrows. I know that voice. The anger in it feels familiar, wrapped around something raw and desperate. “Her vitals are stabilizing,” the doctor says carefully. “That’s
Julian clears his throat. “Ahem. I think I’ll wait outside so you two can talk.” I don’t look at him. Adrian doesn’t, either. I take a deep breath as the door closes, feeling the heat of his gaze as it clouds the room. “It was my fault,” I launch into my explanation before he can speak, “so I
The man takes a step closer to me. I stumble back, almost colliding with a waiter carrying a tray of drinks. “I’m not going to hurt you,” he croons as I shiver, my stomach turning to lead. “I’ve been trying to reach your father for a while. Then I heard he made a deal with the Hawthornes.” He c
Julian lets out a low whistle the second I appear at the top of the stairs. “Whew,” he says, shaking his head slowly. “My brother’s lucky he saw you first.” A flush creeps into my cheeks as I gather the hem of my dress carefully, making my way down before my heels kill me. His gaze drags over
He saved me. I’d thought, all this time, that Adrian tore my family apart. I accused him of taking the only thing I had left. My freedom. “I knew about the money,” I mutter, absently tapping on my thigh, “I told him I was going to stay as long as it took to repay it.” The corners of his mou







