Dark Kings (Feathers and Fate #1) - Sadie Moss Page 0,43
sounds truly alarmed. If he wasn’t worried about Ford and Beckett fighting, but he’s worried about Ford and me, that tells me I should probably be scared out of my wits.
Well, super. Because I am.
“She was spying on us. I heard her footsteps,” Ford snarls. His hand wraps around my throat—not tight enough that I actually have trouble breathing, but enough to send a warning.
“I’ve got… a right…” I manage, trying to talk over the hammering of my heart. “You guys are sins, and I’m an angel. How am I supposed to know you aren’t going to go back on our deal?”
“She’s got a fair point.” Remington puts a hand on Ford’s shoulder, his expression tense. “Just… lay off her. Please.”
The personification of wrath glares down at me. His weight is heavy on top of me, straddling my hips, and I feel tiny and vulnerable beneath him. He could snap me in half if he wanted to, break me like a doll. I can feel his thighs squeezing my body, and I’m uncomfortably aware of every place we’re touching.
His blue eyes narrow as his gaze pierces me. His irises are such a light color of blue that they make me think of a frozen winter sky. Of sunlight glinting off ice.
He drops his head a little, bringing his face closer to mine. “How do I know you won’t spy on us again? Huh?”
“Because she won’t,” Beckett says.
Ford looks up, apparently startled. “So, what, you’re going to fucking vouch for her?”
“Yes.” Beckett swirls his drink in his glass, completely calm. “Now let her go. She’s right. We’re the sins; she’s from Above. We don’t have reason to trust her, as you pointed out, but what reason does she have to trust us either? Our natures are diametrically opposed. So if everyone could stop pointing fingers and treat one another as equals at the table, I would appreciate that.”
“We’re not in one of your fucking strategy meetings,” the man pinning me down growls, but he lets go of me and stands smoothly.
Remington helps me to my feet. “Are you all right?” His voice is soft, his hand rubbing soothingly along my lower back.
I really shouldn’t feel as safe as I do with Remington. I try to remind myself that it’s all false, that just because he seems gentler than his brothers, it doesn’t make him any less a sin—but it’s hard to fully believe that when he’s comforting me like this.
My nod is jerky, but I meet his concerned gaze. “I’m okay.”
Beckett gives me a searching look, and my breath catches as I remember that he knows I can turn invisible. In fact, he’s the only one here who already knew I could do that. I admitted it when he caught me in his kitchen last night.
I am terrible at hiding my emotions, and Beckett must see my eyes go wide, because he gives me a slight, knowing smile. It makes my stomach twist, a burst of anger flaring inside me. Greed knew that I could spy on all of them, and he didn’t say anything to his brothers about it. And he’s not saying anything now.
Was this some kind of test? And if so, was it for me, or for Ford, or for both of us?
I don’t know. And I clearly don’t know Beckett as well as I might’ve thought either, despite spending the most time with him out of the four brothers I’ve met so far.
Ugh.
I’m in so far over my head, it’s ridiculous.
Chapter Sixteen
Ford
The angel is sleeping.
Her chest rises and falls with slow, even breaths as her dark hair spreads out on the pillow around her head.
She looks peaceful enough like this. Innocent. Fragile.
My hands clench into fists as I grit my teeth.
What the hell is your game, Trinity?
She doesn’t answer, of course. She’s dead a-fucking-sleep, and she has no idea I’m even in her room. Any guilt I might have about spying on her in secret is assuaged by the fact that she just did the exact same damn thing to me and my brothers.
What the hell was she doing, sneaking into the living room under cover of invisibility to listen in on our conversation? What was she hoping to hear? Remi can defend her all he wants; I know there’s something she’s not telling us. Nix is on my side in this, at least, although having that lazy asshole on your side in anything is about the same as having a sack of potatoes on your side.