His smile is nasty. “Getting his dick sucked.”
My stomach flips at those words. I don’t even care at the satisfaction gleaming from Kiln’s eyes. I collapse onto my side.
“He’s making her come, too,” he adds. “Want to see?”
Sobs wrench from me, and I cry into the pillow. Despite my noise, I hear Kiln’s laughter. In his quest to destroy Sloane, he doesn’t care that he’s doing the same to me. I don’t know why he’d do this to me. I’ve never done anything to him.
He moves again. “Have a good night, Georgiana,” he murmurs from across the room, near the doorway. The light flicking off snaps me out of my pain and betrayal.
“Please. Please don’t leave me without any light.”
He doesn’t answer me. I think he’ll ignore me, but, a moment before he closes the door, he curses and allows the light to once again surround me.
Sloane
I couldn’t sleep, so I went for a walk, roaming deserted streets until the sun begins to rise, removing all memories of yesterday’s rainfall.
Long after Georgie’s sobs had died off and she’d fallen asleep, the thought that I’d dressed her and combed her hair kept me awake. I’d just had to leave her. Get away from her. Adam was having a party in his room. I’d intended to go, but…I couldn’t.
I’ll do Georgie no good by descending into debauchery. She usually sleeps through the night, so I doubt she would discover my actions. But who the fuck knows? Especially while Kiln circles, so, instead I head out. I’ve left lights on for her in case she awakens. I don’t want to imagine what she’ll do if she finds herself in the dark. Not trusting anyone, I’ve also locked the door tightly.
I’ve gotten myself to the opposite side of town, so by the time I get back to the hotel, it’s after nine. Inside the room, Sam and Georgie are sitting at a table, two empty plates pushed to the edge. He’s writing something on a notepad and Georgie is concentrating on the paper in front of her.
“Mr. Mason,” Sam greets with a smile and a nod.
To me, he’s sitting too close to her, but I grit my teeth and remain silent. No fucking way is he coming to Denver with us. I’ll find an older woman for her. That way, Georgie won’t feel threatened, and I won’t feel murderous.
“Georgie,” I say. She hasn’t lifted her head to me. At the sound of my voice, her jaw tightens. She shoves her fingers through her hair, the eraser on her pencil flirting with her lips. “Good morning.”
Nothing.
Sam leans toward her and whispers something. She flushes. My blood pressure threatens to fuck me up with the quick rise, especially when whatever he told her achieves what my words didn’t. A response.
“Good morning.” Her glance flickers to me, then lowers again. If she doesn’t stop clenching her jaw, she’ll crack her fucking teeth.
“I have to get to Bauer High School,” I tell her. “The band’s making a special appearance for the students.” Jaeger thinks it’ll help our image, especially mine.
“Have fun.”
Oh, for fuck’s sake. “Excuse Georgie and I, Sam,” I say, as nice as possible, and nod to the door. “Write your cell on a sheet of paper. Either Georgie or I will call you when I’m finished with her.”
For a moment, he attempts to stare me down, but Georgie has thoroughly pissed me off. I’ll take it out on his ass if I have to.
He stands and holds out his hand until Georgie gives him the paper she’s been working on. A moment later, we’re alone. I give her a hard stare.
“What the fuck is this all about?”
She glances at the ceiling, and holds her throat before looking at me again. “What, Sloane?”
What? How about…”Why are you giving me such a shitty attitude?”
“The cold water you doused me in froze away my sweetness.” Her eyes widen in feigned shock. “I mean my hotness.”
It’s also cleaned up her mouth. She hasn’t spewed one cuss word at me.
She glares at me and I glare back. “If you’re waiting for an apology from me for what I did, you’re not getting it.”
Her lips tremble, and tears fill her eyes. “Of course not. Why do you have to get anything from me, when you have girls waiting to suck your di…” She swallows and sniffles. “Waiting to suck you off and…and let you do to them what you won’t do for me.”
“Doing the right thing and bypassing the orgy wins no points with you?” I bite out.
“Liar. Kiln told me where you were.”
“Kiln wasn’t supposed to be in this fucking room.”
She jumps to her feet and attempts to skirt around me, but I cut her off and grab her. Kiln and I are heading for a disastrous confrontation, but I push the thought to the back of my mind. She’s struggling in my arms. Pinning her against me is the only way to halt her. Her hair wraps around the both of us, as black as the feathers of a raven, and as shiny, offsetting her white skin and purple eyes.