throat works as she takes this in and God, I want to kiss her.
Rav wraps his arms around Sasha’s shoulders and leads her out. Lucy hovers awkwardly by the stools, her gaze shifting to Daimon, who is sitting a few feet from where we’re standing. He’s facing the bar, the bottle he’s drinking from rolling between his hands.
“I need…” she breaks off, licking her lips and I can see the tension in her face as she does.
“What? Tell me,” I order.
Her eyes come to mine, those blue orbs drawing me in. “I need to go to my place. I need clothes and other things.”
“It’s too dangerous. Sasha brought you some stuff.”
She scowls at me. “It’s been days. No one has come for me yet. I don’t think they’re going to.”
I snort at this assumption. “That’s a good way to end up dead, Lucy.”
“Please.”
It’s her plea that breaks through my sense. I can’t deny her anything when she asks like that. I dip my head, my hands coming to rest on her cheeks.
“Okay, but you stay here.”
She shakes her head. “It’ll be quicker if I come. I know what I need and where to find everything.”
She’s right, but I don’t like it. She rolls to her toes and presses her mouth to mine and my mind empties of everything but her.
“I know you’ll keep me safe, Nox,” she says, and her words hit at my pride. Of course I can fucking keep her safe.
“Okay,” I agree. “We’ll go in the morning.”
Her smile is radiant and goes straight to my dick. “Thank you.”
I mirror the gesture, but my mind wonders if I’ve made a stupid decision here, and if this is exactly what her assassins are waiting for.
11
Lucy
Somehow, I got Nox to agree to take me back to the flat I shared with Sasha and Lily-May the next morning. I haven’t been back there since I crashed through the clubhouse’s gates. It hasn’t been safe to. Sasha and Lily-May moved out the same day as well. It’s a few boroughs over from Kessington, so Nox had muttered something about getting permission to pass through another gang’s territory. That I understand because Isaac often had to do the same.
After Nox went to find Titch, I quickly changed into the jeans, ankle boots and tee that Sasha bought for me. There was clean underwear too, which beat the hell out of having to wash my knickers and bra every night in the washing machine in a small room near to the kitchen. I love Sash for thinking about this stuff.
Once I was dressed, I waited in the common room for Nox to return, impatiently biting my nails to the bed. When he finally steps back into the room, he’s smiling, and God, if that smile doesn’t do funny things to my belly. He makes my world stop, makes all the noise, all the static fade until all I can see is him. His body, his kindness, it’s more than I deserve, but I can’t stop from latching onto it with needy fingers.
I shake myself. I need to nip this thing with Nox in the bud. He and I can’t happen. Ever. Even if we kind of already are. Sense seems to disappear any time he’s around and the selfish part of my brain wants what I shouldn’t have. Him. It’s been a long time since I had a man care about me, although that will disappear the moment he finds out the truth of my situation. Nox doesn’t strike me as someone willing to dip his nib in another man’s ink, even if things between me and Isaac are volatile and definitely over—at least they are for me. Isaac is another matter.
“We can go now,” Nox says. “Day and Titch are coming with us, just in case there’s trouble.”
Daimon and Titch I can handle. The big guy who saved Lily-May’s life—Fury—scares the shit out of me. I’m glad he’s not coming. There’s darkness in him that is worse than any darkness I’ve ever seen in Isaac, except when it comes to that little girl. Every time I’ve seen him with Lily-May over the past two months since the transplant, he’s been nothing but sweet.
I push up from the table and he holds his hand out to me. I shouldn’t take it, but I slip my palm into his before I consider the ramifications. He feels warm, safe, and when his fingers squeeze mine, I can’t stop from smiling, even though this is all kinds