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He turned towards Grayson then, unleashing his heart-stopping glare on him. But Grayson did not squirm like the rest of us would. He simply stared back, looking almost bored.
“Seems you’re everyone’s princess now,” Grayson said to me without taking his haughty stare from the director. “Can’t evenkiss you anymore without getting everyone’s panties in a tizzy.” He lifted a mocking brow at Director Devereux.
“Take him to the cells,” Owen sneered.
The director held his hand up. “Not the cells. Taylor is gone. Meaning Varon already knows the way out. Take him to the basement interrogation room.”
Grayson chuckled, looking at the men around him. “Kinky.”
We ignored him.
“The rest of you, join the search. We need to find Taylor,” the director instructed.
Owen, myself and Director Devereux, along with three other agents, escorted Grayson through the FBI building towards the basement.
I could feel Grayson’s eyes burn a hole into my back.
“Keep your eyes off her.” Owen confirmed my suspicion. He had Grayson tightly by the back of his overalls, pushing him forward, not wanting him to get away again.
“Why? You afraid she will fall for me again? I know you saw how much my Ava enjoyed that kiss,” Grayson taunted.
I heard a thud and whirled.
Owen had swung at Grayson, hitting him in the jaw. Grayson’s head was tilted to the side, a deadly smirk slowly spreading over his face.
“Keep her name out of your filthy mouth!” Owen spat, his face red with rage.
“Oh, mutt. You have no idea how filthy her name can be. Itbelongsin my mouth.” Grayson turned his gaze to me, a wicked glint in his cold eyes as he straightened. “That’s it, baby. Just like that. Don’t stop.Fuck, you look so good, Ava. Don’t stop. Come for me, Ava. God. You feel good.So good. Yes, baby. You’re so close. Fuck, Ava…”
The memory hit me like a freight train, and I gave an unholy scream in blinding fury, flinging myself onto him. We tumbledto the ground, and I attacked, punching and clawing at his face like a feral animal.
How dare he? How fucking dare he?!
My vision was tinted red, my limbs fuelled by raging adrenaline and a suffocating hate. Or maybe it was hurt.
Someone dragged me off him and I struggled against them, my need to wipe Grayson from this earth still desperately clawing at my insides. “I’ll kill you! I’ll fucking kill you!” I screamed at him, over and over again.
And the worst part was, he was laughing. He was laughing so hard, tears were streaming down his face, mixing with the blood. He looked and sounded like a deranged maniac as he laughed at me while they pulled him to his feet.
One of the agents took a subtle step back from Grayson, fear flashing in his eyes.
But Grayson was only looking at me. “If I wasn’t in cuffs right now, I would reach under your ribs and pull your heart out with my bare hands.”
I shuddered, my hair raising. “That’s not how the story goes. This ismywoods,” I snarled at him, the hatred seeping out of me in waves. “In here, men like youdie.” Oh, I wasitchingto take a blade to his heart.
He gave me a knowing grin. “Maybe so,priestess. But I’ve been a predator much longer than you. It’ll take a god to bring me down.”
I narrowed my eyes at him. He was up to something.
“Enough!” The director’s stern voice broke through the stare-off between me and Grayson. He took Grayson’s left arm and harshly plucked at it.
Grayson gave a small grunt of pain and snapped his glare to the director. His shoulder had been dislocated, I realised. And Director Devereux had popped it back into place. A little harsher than necessary too.
Satisfaction bloomed in my gut like I’d never experienced before.
Ihad done that.
The director motioned for us to walk again. “No one knows how Varon got hurt. We found him like this.” He met all of our gazes, eyebrows raised.
