“Ryker won’t hurt me,” Raj said softly to Jane as we waited in the woods for everyone to gather.
But neither he nor I believed that. Ryker had killed hundreds of his own people, and both Raj and I were next on his kill list. Another flower to add to his ever-growing tattoo garden of them.
Raj brushed his knuckles against Jane’s jaw and smiled.
Roman grasped my hand, drawing my attention toward him and leading me deeper into the woods for privacy. “You knew about him all along, didn’t you?”
I smiled up at him, curling my bloodied fingers into his shirt collar. “When did you figure that one out?”
He chuckled and pushed me against a tree, placing his hands on my hips. “So, tell me, how’d you do it?”
My fingers danced up his abdomen to his neck. “None of it added up.”
The midnight moonl
