I don’t respond. I can’t. There’s no way he can make promises for me like that. Well, not unless he keeps me locked up in here. It’s not out of the realm of possibilities. Thanks to Stella, Emmie, and Calli, I know that these boys are no strangers to turning to extreme measures to get what they want when it comes to their girls.
“Thank you,” I breathe instead, hoping he knows how much I appreciate everything he’s done for me, how he’s helped bring me back to life after I was convinced I was going to drown in my grief.
He glances up at me again before shifting to the last wound on my shoulder. He leans close, his clean freshly-showered scent filling my nose and eradicating my memory of the burning building.
My heart rate picks up and the movement of my chest becomes more erratic as I replay everything we’ve done since he drove into the underground garage last night.
“Demon,” he growls, making me shudder. “I can practically hear your thoughts. You’re a dirty, dirty girl.”
“Exactly as you like me.”
He laughs, the deepness of the rumbles rushing through me and making everything south of my waist clench. My core aches and my muscles burn but in the best possible ways, and I’m more than happy to embrace the newest additions to my bruise collection on my hips from where he took me last night and this morning in the shower.
“Guilty,” he confesses, running his fingertips over my shoulder and standing to his full height before me.
My teeth sink into my bottom lip as I take in his sculpted chest, toned stomach, and then the tent in the towel.
“Again?”
“Always.” He winks before slipping out of the room to get dressed. I make quick work of rummaging through his bathroom cabinet, finding everything I could need, and all of it way more luxurious than my normal products.
By the time I step back into Toby’s bedroom, he’s looking entirely too mouth-watering in his Knight’s Ridge College uniform.
“No one should be allowed to look that hot to go to school,” I say, leaning against the door frame and running my eyes over him.
“You should see all of us together,” he teases.
“Oh, to be a girl at Knight’s Ridge,” I breathe, fanning myself dramatically.
I can only imagine how the six of them run that place and have the girls wrapped around their little fingers.
Jealousy grips me in its evil clutches as I imagine all those wealthy, posh girls pawing all over what’s mine.
“Aw, baby. You have nothing to worry about. You’re worth ten on any of the girls at school and then some.”
“But don’t they all have killer family connections? I’m sure they’d be more—”
“I couldn’t give a shit if they were related to God himself. No one is more important to me than you.”
My brow wrinkles as a concern I’ve had a few weeks tugs at me.
“What is it?” he asks.
“Does it matter that I’m only half Greek?” I ask quietly. “You’ve said before that the reason Mum would never be accepted was beca—”
“No,” he interrupts. “That’s an old-fashioned ideal, one that he was obsessed with. He wanted us to be this pure organisation, the bloodlines to be pure. But the reality is very different. You don’t need to worry about any of that. You’re mine, Demon. And if anyone has an issue with it, then they’ll have me to answer to.”
A shiver runs down my spine as he morphs into his scary soldier mode for a few seconds.
“Okay,” I breathe, embarrassingly turned on by his bad boy side.
“Good. I promise you, you have nothing to worry about.”
Other than what to do about the man in the basement.
Those unspoken words hang between us as Toby’s hand slips around the back of my neck to pull me closer.
“If you need me today, call me, okay?”