Chapter 75

At his motorbike, Coby leans back against the seat and pulls me into the space between his legs. “Come here,” he says, like I have a choice. Shy in the morning sun, I look down at his chest, the belt at his waist. “Look at me, Dae.”

Reluctantly, I do as I’m told. In the bright light he can see the veins beneath my pale skin, the faint scratches on my jaw that are part of McBane’s legacy, but I have nothing to be ashamed of now, do I? Coby knows all my wounds, I named them for him and he’s kissed them all away. Still, I’m hesitant, out here in the middle of the street, where the neighbors can see the protective way his arms encircle my waist and pull me in close to him.

“Dae,” he says in that soft voice of his, and when he speaks that way, I’d do anything for him. I can’t help but meet his silvery gaze. He smiles, his wide lips pulling into a quick grin. “That’s better. You want me to come back tonight?”