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but not remotely soft.

Biting down on his bottom lip, he nodded. “What about all weekend?”

“I would…I would be down for that.” My heart was swelling so fast in my chest. “Though I don’t think we can stay like this.”

“I don’t know.” His hips rocked, eliciting a sharp gasp from me. His grin became downright wicked. “I’m quite happy to be right where I am.”

I started to reach for him when, somewhere from the floor, a phone rang. I looked, brows furrowing. My phone was downstairs. “I think that’s yours.”

“It is.” He bent his head, kissing me. The ringing quieted, and for a few seconds, I got a little lost in him, but then the cell started ringing again.

“I think you should check that.”

“I should.” Caden cursed under his breath. “Sorry.”

“It’s okay,” I whispered.

Giving me one more quick kiss, he eased out of me and smoothly shifted to his feet. My gaze dropped to his ass as he snatched his jeans off the floor.

That was one lovely backside.

Feeling better than I had in, well, longer than I could remember, I rolled onto my side.

Caden had his phone out and to his ear, answering with an abrupt, “This better be important.”

My brows rose, and I started to grin, but I saw the muscles along his back and spine tense. The pleasant languidness vanished.

“I’ll be right there,” he said, ending the call as he turned to me.

“What is it?”

“It’s Benji, Faye’s missing cousin. He came back to the hotel.”

Sensing the hard edge to his voice, unease blossomed. “It didn’t end with a happy reunion, did it?”

“No.” The fire had dimmed in Caden’s eyes. “He attacked.”

Chapter 12

I was already sitting up, scanning the floor for my discarded clothing. “How bad is it?”

“Not as bad as it could’ve been, but he wounded some of the guards,” he told me as he pulled on his briefs and jeans. “And he injured his mother pretty badly.”

“Oh God,” I whispered, pulling on my leggings. “I assume he’s dead?”

“Surprisingly not.” His gaze flickered over my chest, lingering in a way that caused warmth to creep into my cheeks. He picked up my bra. “Faye and Kalen were able to apprehend and contain him.”

Shock flickered through me as I took the bra from him, quickly donning it. “Holy crap, that’s huge, Caden. We may find out where they’re getting the Devil’s Breath since you guys checked Neal’s bar and didn’t find any evidence of it.”

“It is huge,” he agreed.

I pulled on the loose sweater and then shoved up the sleeves. “We just need to get Benji to talk.”

“And that’s going to be easier said than done.” He pulled his shirt on over his head. “You remember how Elliot was.”

I thought of the youngling. He’d been crazed, almost as if brainwashed by the Winter Court. “But we have to try.”

Caden’s gaze flicked to mine, and then he came forward, smoothing my hair back from my face. “You look so delectable right now.”

I didn’t need a mirror to know my hair looked like I’d been, well, rolling around in bed.

“But we don’t have to do anything,” he continued. “I want you to sit this one out. Stay here, and I’ll come back to you as soon as I can.”

My brows lifted. “You want me to just sit and wait for you?”

“You don’t have to sit and wait, so to speak.”

I narrowed my eyes as I stepped back, out of his reach. “Why do you want me to sit this out?”

He lowered his hand. “You’re still recovering, Brighton. That’s the only reason why.”

Taking a deep, even breath, I reminded myself that he was coming from a place of concern, and there was no reason for my head to spin Exorcist style. “You took my word when I said I was ready earlier.”

His head tilted slightly. “I did.”

“And we just had pretty active sex,” I said, proud that my cheeks didn’t catch fire.

Caden’s eyes heated though, and his voice roughened. “We did. I would’ve loved to do it again.” He paused, his gaze sweeping over me. “And again.”

A delicious little shiver danced over my skin, and it took me a second to get my mind back on track. “If I was ready for that, why wouldn’t I be ready for a questioning?”

“You mean an interrogation.”

“Whatever.”

“What we did and what I’m about to do are two different things. You won’t like what you see down in that room.”

“I’ve seen some really grotesque interrogations carried out by the Order, Caden, but you’re right,” I replied. “What