of the monstrosity Troy Memphis called a winter getaway home even though I couldn't see it from this position.
"I guess so. But it'll be cold," I pointed out unnecessarily.
"We could gather the wood in case we get desperate enough to risk it," he said slowly. "But I think we can make do with body heat tonight."
A twitch of his lips was the only indication I got of his thoughts for how we could best make use of said body heat and I chuckled as I ate my food, having plenty of ideas of my own.
"It's hard to say exactly how things will go tomorrow," Saint said lightly. "And it may well be that we don't get much choice in how the events unravel. But if it comes down to a decision, would you like to be the one to finish my father?"
I raised my eyebrows at him discussing this so casually and tossed my now empty bowl down before us.
"Are you sure you don't need to do it?" I asked him. "To take back control and all that?"
Saint shook his head with that cunning little smile on his face. "I'll be happy just knowing he's gone. Besides, there would be a sense of poetic justice to it being you, Nash. You epitomise everything he thinks he is superior to. Your lack of good breeding, of money, the very fact that someone like you could be the end of him would never even cross his mind. And I think I’d quite enjoy the look on his face when it came to fruition.”
"Ah, you want the token poor boy to do it and rub salt into the wound?" I joked.
"Don't take offence," he replied, catching my gaze and holding it. "I see plainly enough your value and I can assure you that I am well aware that money and position have absolutely nothing to do with the quality of a man's character. You are my brother. And yes, if you do it, it will cast an extra blow to him as we shatter his pride along with ending his life, but I also think you need this more than I do. He may have never offered me love, but he stole it from you in the most brutal of ways. So if you wish to be the one to see him ended-"
"Yeah," I agreed. "I think I'd like that. But when all is said and done, all I really want is to see him lying dead before me. If the chips don't fall in my favour for the task, then I'm not going to ask anyone to hold back on my account."
"Either way," Saint said. "Let's hope that tomorrow is the last sunrise that bastard ever lives to see."
"Agreed," Kyan said loudly as he finished laying out the bed inside the tent and came to grab his own food.
I started cleaning everything up as the light seeped from the sky, not wanting to be scrambling about for it in the dark.
The distant howl of a wolf caught my ear and I looked around with a shiver running down my spine.
Blake helped me to clean everything the way Tatum had taught us to and we walked out into the trees to rinse out the food bowls so that there weren’t any smells lingering to attract a hungry beast in the night.
By the time we returned to everyone else, Saint was already inside the tent and Tatum and Kyan were packing the last things away.
The temperature was dropping with the setting sun and I noticed Tatum shivering as I closed in on her.
"Come on, princess," I said, winding an arm around her waist and drawing her towards the tent. "Let's get you in to the warm."
Blake and Kyan followed us into the fancy ass tent that Saint had bought and the moment Kyan zipped the thing closed, the wind was cut off, making us all feel much warmer.
Saint was sitting up on the heaped bedding, the glow of his cell phone lighting his face and bare chest as he checked the GPS for the hundredth time. He was damn good at hiding it, but I could recognise the signs that gave away his stress now, so I could see it in the tension of his posture.
We all kicked our boots off before moving closer onto the bedding and Blake switched on the little camp light which hung overhead, casting us all in a slightly red glow as the light reflected off of the canvas.
Tatum