Chapter Eight
Sabrina.
Striding through the doors of Winters soft lips crash to mine, pecking and nipping, sending tingles to all my pink parts, awakening me.
“He’s got you. He’s not only going to thrive, baby, but he’ll probably be the one to single-handedly eradicate the Syndicate.
At least the Bones chapter. We both know this.
And we’ll help him. I’m pretty sure Maverick wouldn’t mind getting in on that, either. ”
I press my lips to his again, containing the whimper that wants to leave me. “I want them all to burn to the ground. Every one of their houses.”
“They will. I’ll make sure of it. You aren’t doing this alone, baby. So lean on me when you need to, you understand? Just don’t break. Not yet.”
I nod, looking over at Raven again, to find her soundly sleeping in Damon’s arms, but Damon is wide awake and watching us. I know he’s expecting me to say something, to ask for a quick session, or maybe he’s simply just watching me splinter apart.
Later.
I’ll deal with it all later.
I'll break later.
For now, I'll hoard my fury like a sleeping dragon. I’ll let it fuel me.
I give Damon a curt nod, to which he acknowledges, and then settle against Parker in our little pod. When he cuddles into me, his warmth feels like a drug. Every bit of me relaxes, and it makes me feel guilty. But he’s right. I need to sleep.
I allow myself to.
When we land at Oxford’s Airport, there are two large SUVs waiting for us. Parker grabs my gloved hand. Raven grabs the other. “Are you ready, sweet girl?”
I glance over at my best friend, who gives me one solemn nod. “It’s showtime.”