Grace Goodwin - Trinity

“We’re screwed,” Destiny added, frowning.

“In more ways than one,” Faith said, glaring at me. “I told you not to kill him. We needed him alive so we could interrogate him and know why we’re being targeted. ”

I blinked. What? These three were interrogation experts?

“The assassin? Absolutely not. He was going to murder you,” I bit out. I had no intention of telling them that I knew the assassin who had escaped. Knew the price he demanded could be paid by very few. Until I knew who these three were, I wasn’t going to share. I needed something to exchange with them. Information they wanted for what I wanted. I glanced at Trinity. “All of you.”

Destiny actually snorted. “As if. I totally had that guy.”

“And the one in the hallway?” I pointed in that direction. “The one who escaped? Did you have him as well? Or would he have killed your sisters while you played soldier?” I’d saved Destiny’s life, eliminated the threat to her, as any honorable male would do, and she was chastising me as if I were a child? No.

“Touché.”

She grinned up at me as Trinity watched the byplay with a completely unreadable expression. Was she overcome by her Ardor? Overwhelmed by what had just happened? Afraid?

I would reassure her, set her mind at ease. Make her worry for nothing, not even her orgasms. I couldn’t wait to make her melt. Burn. Scream my name.

I had no idea what Destiny’s response meant, this word, touché, nor did I care. She was cooperating. That was all I needed at the moment.

“Come with me,” I told them, finally getting all of us away from danger. My cock was a terrible leader. I had to get my head back in control, at least for the moment. I didn’t know what threats were outside this floor, this building. Even down the street. “Keep your heads down. Don’t look up. There are vid stations everywhere.” I led them farther down the hall. Thankfully, Trinity stepped into place directly behind me, close, where I needed her to be. Destiny brought up the rear, her weapon at the ready, and I was surprised to realize I was reassured with her in that position. She was a warrior and my mate trusted her. A strange female, but a capable fighter. I would take all the help I could get. Anything to get my mate far from here. Safe.

And naked. Very, very naked.

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