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“I love you too,” he says, his voice low and rough. “More than I have words for. You’re mine. That’s all that matters.”

My eyes close as Elias kisses my forehead, but the sweet moment is interrupted when Jace lets out an exaggerated sigh behind us.

“Well, this is beautiful.” I glance over my shoulder as he rises from the couch, straightening his shirt. “Truly touching, but I do think we’re wasting valuable time.”

“Jace,” Nate sighs.

“I’m serious.” His gaze drops pointedly to my bare legs beneath Elias’s shirt. “She just told all three of us she loves us while wearing almost nothing. I’m only human.”

I barely have time to register the spark in his eyes before he crouches, catches me around the thighs, and lifts me over his shoulder. I shriek as the room tilts and the hem of Elias’s shirt rides dangerously high as he shifts his hold higher on my inner thigh, his fingers brushing close enough to make me squirm.

“Jace Narváez!”

“Yes, Sugar?”

“Put me down!”

“No.”

I smack his back as he heads for the hallway. His free hand cracks against my ass before his fingers brush my pussy.

“Where are you taking her?” Nate asks, though the amusement in his voice tells me he already knows.

“My bedroom.”

“Our bedroom,” Elias corrects.

Jace keeps walking. “Then I’m generously taking her to our bedroom.”

I lift my head enough to see Nate remove his glasses and tuck them into his breast pocket. Elias follows beside him, unhurried, gaze fixed on me. Neither makes any attempt to save me.

“You two are seriously going to let him kidnap me?”

“You don’t appear distressed.” Nate shrugs as he begins to unbutton his shirt.

“I’m upside down.”

“And yet,” he says smoothly, falling into step behind us, “I would wager you are thoroughly wet.”

Traitors.

My smile disappears as Jace carries me into the bedroom and drops me onto the center of the bed. Nate closes the door behind us while Elias moves to the headboard and pulls a set of leather restraints from the nightstand.

Somewhere along the way, this stopped feeling like somewhere I was staying and started feeling like home.

forty-one

Internal Audit

Steam fogs the glass, erasing the city. For a few minutes, there is nothing beyond this room.

No launch countdown, no security reports, no invisible hand testing every lock I’ve put in place. Just hot water, silence, and the woman sleeping in our bed.

The illusion lasts less than three minutes.

I brace my hands against the tile, letting the spray pound across my shoulders as if the force could scour the thoughts from my head. But my mind circles back to Sloane telling us she loved us last night, her voice nervous and careful, as if she were placing her heart in my hands and trusting me not to crush it.

I picture her as I left her, curled in our bed with Jace’s face buried against her neck. I stood there longer than I should have, one hand on the door frame, trying to convince myself the reports could wait.