Page 43 of Retaliation
I shrugged, twisting my arms and pouting. “Fine. I’ll answer your questions.”
Ty growled. “Too easy. Let me take her downstairs for a bit. I’ll make sure our little siren sings the truth.”
“Not yet,” Andras commanded. “What are you doing in Boston?”
“Going to school, getting my master’s at Harvard.”
Andras arched an eyebrow. “And how does a girl with no family, living above a shitty bar, afford Harvard?”
I was 100% sure Andras already looked up my records to see the scholarship Tibby had procured for me, so I continued to tell the cover story we created.
“I got a full scholarship. Then I got a job at Noircoeur to pay for rent and everything else I needed.”
Andras arched an eyebrow. “Why?”
I frowned. “Why what?”
His dark eyes narrowed as he clenched his jaw in irritation. “Why Harvard? Why law school?”
I sighed audibly, letting my face fall. “My parents and my sister were killed in a car accident. Drunk driver. He got away with it because he had a better lawyer. I decided the only way to honor them was to become an even better lawyer.”
The room was silent, absorbing my story.
“She’s not lying,” Dev defended, and I hid my smile at how easily he believed my lies. “She told me about her family one night at the bar.”
“Mmhhmm,” Andras hummed, staring down at me.
But my story was air tight, Tibby had made sure of that. Andras stepped closer and leaned down, close to my face. His hand snapped out, gripping my jaw.
“Do not fucking move.” His voice was deadly and threatening.
“Andras—”
He cut me off with a hiss. “Not one word.”
His other hand reached toward my eyes, and the others started to protest. I remained still as his fingers deftly plucked the dark-colored contacts from my eyes. Andras stood back, glaring at me.
“Your eyes,” Dev whispered, shaking his head. “That night I came by, I thought they looked different. And the guys confirmed it. But why?”
Andras went to the bathroom and trashed the contacts, washing his hands. “Yes, Sara. Tell them why.”
I clamped my mouth shut and refused to look at any of them. I wasn’t about to give away all my secrets, not when they didn’t really know who I was yet. The way Andras said my name, though, made me uneasy.
“Typhon, put her in the hallway bathroom. Nail the window shut.”
Andras leaned over and untied my wrists from the bedframe. Ty came forward with a pair of handcuffs and locked my wrists together.
Dev moved forward, but Andras stopped him with a look as Ty scooped me up, keeping my body wrapped in the blanket. He nuzzled into my neck, and I tried to pull away, but his grip was too strong.
“You smell like sin, pet,” Ty whispered into my ear, and I nearly moaned as he flicked his tongue against the pulse in my neck. “Try to run again, and we’ll get to play a new game.”
I huffed, ignoring the way my pulse ticked up as he pulled my body close to his and smiling sweetly instead. “When I get out of these cuffs, I’ll use them to slice your big, fat throat, monster man.”
Ty chuckled, and I clamped my thighs together, mentally cursing out my horny as fuck body for enjoying the sound.
“Such pretty little threats you make, pet.”
He kicked open the bathroom door and dropped me roughly into the tub. It was an average-sized bathroom with a small window over the toilet. Ty pulled out a hammer and several nails, smashing them into the edges, securing it so I couldn’t escape. I was flattered, I suppose, that they thought my curvy ass would fit through such a tiny window. He turned back to me with a wink, then left me to sulk.
