~TESSA~
I had Ryder pressed up against the headboard, my legs draped across his lap.
We were coming up with a plan... to destroy Marcus for good.
If only that was possible...
I wanted that jerk crushed into pieces... so bad!
I wanted nothing to do with that fool...
Absolutely nothing.
Somehow, Ryder and I started planning like two seasoned spies.
Red X’s... Circles... Ryder had even drawn a tiny skull over the alley behind the shop.
I held back a laugh.
“We’re either setting a trap,” I said, “or playing murder-themed bingo.”
Ryder tilted his head and grinned. “Could be both.”
I leaned back, tracing one of the Xs with my pinky. “I just want him to see it, Ryder. That I’m not scared of him anymore. That I’m not his to chase.”
“You’re not,” he said. “You never were.”
The air kin
