Heartless (Steel Demons MC #6) - Crystal Ash Page 0,2

to be real, you know? Perfect weather, full gas tank, smooth road. I stopped to look out at the edge of a canyon and he just walked up behind me.”

“Did it feel like you were really talking to him?” I snatched his cigarette for a quick drag. “Or just your brain pulling up memories of him?”

“It was really him, sugar. Well and alive.” His eyes brightened on a distant focal point as we walked together. “He said he saw the whole rescue mission in Blakeworth, thanks to Freyja.” He looked at the cat over his shoulder with a chuckle. “He’s seen you, seen all of us. Sounds like he’s into you, sugar. I knew he would be.”

“I would’ve liked to meet him,” I said, with a squeeze to his hand.

“I wouldn’t,” Reaper laughed. “He’d steal you away from me.”

“Never.” I held onto his arm with both hands, pressing my cheek against his shoulder. “What did he say that wasn’t good?”

My husband’s smile dissipated, green eyes hardening as he sucked on the last of his cigarette before tossing the butt away.

“I keep running it through my mind and can’t even decipher it. I told you his visions were just random bits of information, right?”

“Yeah, that they didn’t make any sense without context.”

“Right. So he told me I needed to break down the door.” A scowl crossed his face. “That ‘she’ would die if I didn’t. Now, is this ‘she’ Noelle? Is it Freyja? Mrs. Potts? Gods fucking forbid, is it you?” He released my hand and lifted his arm to wrap around my shoulders. “It’s driving me nuts that you might be in danger. And that I could—” he swallowed, “I could…lose you if I don’t act fast enough.”

I slid an arm around his waist, our footsteps on the street the only sounds as I absorbed his words. Breaking down a door could mean any number of things, depending on how literal or metaphorical Daren was.

“Did he tell you anything else?” I asked as we turned a corner.

Reaper looked over his shoulder at Hades sniffing the ground a few paces behind us. “That I had to obey the order when it came, and that it would hurt a lot, for a long time.” He squeezed my shoulder, pulling me into his side. “Sugar, I have this bad fucking feeling that I’m gonna have to kill someone to protect you. Someone close to us.”

I nodded with a deep breath. For the Steel Demons, killing someone could be business as usual. Or it could be one of our own, someone we trusted, and therefore catastrophic.

We had dealt with a betrayal before, with Python. Another person working against the Demons from the inside didn’t seem likely, especially after making such a public spectacle of Python’s death. I didn’t have a single suspicion about anyone else in Reaper’s club. Some people I personally liked more than others, but had no doubts about any of their loyalty. Big G was on thin ice, but he seemed eager to correct his behavior.

We could speculate and walk in circles all day. With so little information to go off of, there was just no way to narrow it down.

“Whatever happens,” I looked up at him with my head on his shoulder. “I’m sure it’ll be the right choice.”

“Daren said something like that too,” he muttered, the wheels still spinning in his head. “That it would hurt, but it would be the right thing. God, fuck.” He rubbed his forehead. “This shit’s giving me a headache.”

My hand slid up his back to his neck, where I rubbed the tight knot of muscles. “Do you want to tell the other guys?”

“I don’t know if I should,” he said. “What if that changes things? He made it sound like I was the only one who could do it. I dunno. Fuck, I hate this.” He turned to address the animals silently stalking behind us. “Any input you all have would be fucking great.”

Hades lifted a leg and pissed on a fence post. Freyja paused to lick her paw.

“Perfect.” Reaper turned back around with a snort, fishing for another cigarette.

I held on to his arm again as we continued our walk. “Hades said he was here to guide you and protect me. And I have all of you.” My fingers laced through his. “How can anything bad happen to me when I’m loved by Demons and watched over by gods?”

“I fuckin’ hope you’re right.” His finger rubbed affectionately over my ring. “I need