Page 50 of Come for Me
Something about how she stands her ground with unwavering courage against the raging, destructive beta sparks familiarity.
Where have I seen her before?
Recognition smacks me in the face that she’s the woman in the portrait. Does she live on this floor as well?
The woman cocks her head at Sam, giving him a silentdon’t you even think about itlook paired with a pointed finger. She reminds me of a mother warning her child before he gets in trouble.
“Sam. Put. It. Down.”
Sam fakes like he is going to chuck it, then smiles at her as if to sayWatch me. Sam throws the chair at a wall.
She says something in another language I interpret as French.
At the most beautiful statement I ever heard and don’t understand, Sam’s eyes return to their normal blue.
No longer engaging in his tantrum as King Kong, Sam approaches the woman, then stops once his heaving chest is inches from hers. They have a clear stare-down.
Are they about to fight? Hope she kicks his ass.
To my surprise, Sam grins, picks the woman up by her thighs, and spins her. She laughs, hugging his neck.
Who was this woman?A former lover?He softened so quickly.
I inch farther into the room, causing the floor to creak. The sudden noise causes them to turn in my direction.
Sam drops the woman from his arms.
Was I not supposed to see Mr. Playboy let his guard down?
“Alaina, come meet River.” Sam nods.
“Alaina?!” River’s eyes widen, and she looks at Sam, who continues nodding. The confirmation has River beaming, her straight teeth nearly blinding me as she rushes toward me and hugs me. “It’s so nice to meet you! I’ve been dying to meet the woman who tamed the beast!”
River holds my hands, and I can see the resemblance to Dax.
She is warm and sweet, reminding me of Taya. Taya never seemed to notice how her warmth instantly lit up the room.
“I could say the same about you and Sam!” River’s expression contorts into confusion. Then she bursts out laughing.
What did I say?
“I amnotSam’s mate, dear goddess.” She chuckles. “I couldn’t see Sam commit to anything except maybe a mental institution.”
I like her already.
“Sam is practically my older brother. We grew up together,” she explains.
River thinks she’s helping put the pieces together, but I’ve heard the sibling justification before.
I continue to try to decipher the meaning behind the sibling statement, studying them carefully. Waiting for any indication that screams they’ve fucked before.
If River chose to remain friends after a night or two with him, I’ll have to withdraw my earlier thought and question her judgment.
“She’s Dax’s little sister,” Sam clarifies.
Now I believe her.
Dax would never let Sam live if he fucked his sister. Scratch that—Dax would kill Sam the minute he sensed any intention of sniffing his sister the wrong way.
