“Well, since they pulled a gun on Dahlia last time, I don’t want any of them alive,” Dermot growled, fury flashing across his face.
I froze.
Oh no.
Oh no, that was bad. I was really, really hoping he didn’t just say that.
Kingston froze from where he had been strapping a third gun to himself, his gaze hitting Dermot before sliding to mine, a dark inferno building in his gaze that seemed to melt away everything else. “What?”
Well, plus side is that the void was totally gone, and there was for sure emotion there… Lots of emotion. Lots of intense, overwhelming emotion.
“When the whole thing happened with them at the last fight, I got a gun pulled on me,” I murmured in explanation.
King seemed to evaluate my expression before inhaling sharply and crossing the room towards me. I let out a concerned sound as he backed me up until I was against the wall, his hand tightening around my throat as he spoke softly against my lips. “You know you’re getting punished later for not telling me, right, princess?”
I think he had assumed I would view that as a bad thing…
My knees felt weak as I nodded, and he seared my lips with a hot, deep kiss that was claiming and possessive, making me know that King was somewhat himself right now. I loved the feeling of his hand around my throat, and when he finally pulled back, he offered me a warning gaze and stalked out of the weapons room.
“Christ,” I murmured as Dermot chuckled from nearby.
I narrowed my gaze at him, but he just shrugged. “Took it better than I assumed.”
Insane. All of them were absolutely insane.
“Let’s get this over with.” Yates’s voice was calm and collected, making me feel far better. But he was right—it was time to get this shit over with.