cocooned her body alongside his. She’d never been a cuddler.
Cuddlers were malleable pushovers her kind could spot from ten miles away. She couldn’t get that rep on the street and be respected. If word got out she was this comfortable letting Dagan take the reins, she’d hear about it for an eternity.
But she’d liked letting him care for her, handle things until she recharged. Warmth settled in her gut and drifted into her soul when she thought about last night. He wanted her, but she didn’t have time to think about that.
Rider was missing. Her team was in danger. More than seventy texts had come through in the past few hours. Street lookouts reported Conver’s continued presence in Chicago. Some of the minions had fanned out, hitting neighboring suburbs. No one had seen Rider. The ghost-like disappearance had the entire underground worried.
Devyn now had enough time to infiltrate the dark net and retrace the path she’d taken the other day. The data she’d stumbled across had to be why Conver now chased her down like a rabid dog. Once she sank into the marrow of the network, she’d be more susceptible to outside forces. It was one of the reasons she’d sworn to her team she’d never go under without one of them present.
She should’ve trusted her team. Running out of town and going in without them hadn’t been the right call. Damn. Guilt chewed away her insides. And here she was about to do it again. She swallowed, forcing the bile rising in her throat down.
This was for them. She had to find the hornet’s nest she’d stirred. The SEO couldn’t fix her fuckup until she figured out what she’d done. After this shit storm settled, Devyn was done breaking the rules. She owed her team huge for always having her back.
But they were absent because of her. Rider was still in the wind. She’d led Conver to their backdoor. She should’ve gone somewhere else, maybe even surrendered. She had to find Rider.
“Guilt is a bitch of a mistress.” Dagan’s husky voice threaded through her dark thoughts and heated her skin.
Grinding her teeth in frustration, both sexual and otherwise, she glared over at him. “Stop reading my mind.”
“You have the most open, expressive mind I’ve run across. I could spend an eternity tasting and absorbing those succulent tidbits you cast out for the world to glean without any hesitation.”
The confession made her shift in her seat. Weird. Mia never mentioned how readable she was. Rider had, but he was freakishly good, so she figured it was just him. Apparently it wasn’t.
Then again, on the freakishly good scale, Devyn doubted anyone could top Dagan. “Food’s on the table. I’m going inside for a while. Don’t worry if I’m unresponsive. It’s normal.”
“Inside? Inside what?” He rose from the bed, his gorgeous washboard abs fully exposed thanks to the lack of shirt and the loose shorts he’d commandeered from Rider’s go-bag. The waistband drooped dangerously low, well past the naval to expose the sexy V carved into his ripped muscles. She could spend hours licking and nibbling the trail exposed by his lack of apparel. She shrank into the filthy pleather chair as her nipples hardened and moisture pooled between her legs. He projected raw, untapped ferocity she couldn’t help but wonder if he used in bed.
“Inside?” he repeated as he approached, her forward gaze now in a direct line of sight for the sexy V she needed to avoid, lest she jump her Shadow protector.
“I need to retrace the path I took the other day when I think I tripped Conver’s radar. I dredged a lot of shit, but there’s bound to be something specific he didn’t want anyone seeing.”
“You can do that from here?”
“It’d be better at The Hive. That’s the hub Cadence and I use back at….” She severed the thought as the heat of the explosion scraped her soul. “It’d be easier with proper equipment, and an
Cuddlers were malleable pushovers her kind could spot from ten miles away. She couldn’t get that rep on the street and be respected. If word got out she was this comfortable letting Dagan take the reins, she’d hear about it for an eternity.
But she’d liked letting him care for her, handle things until she recharged. Warmth settled in her gut and drifted into her soul when she thought about last night. He wanted her, but she didn’t have time to think about that.
Rider was missing. Her team was in danger. More than seventy texts had come through in the past few hours. Street lookouts reported Conver’s continued presence in Chicago. Some of the minions had fanned out, hitting neighboring suburbs. No one had seen Rider. The ghost-like disappearance had the entire underground worried.
Devyn now had enough time to infiltrate the dark net and retrace the path she’d taken the other day. The data she’d stumbled across had to be why Conver now chased her down like a rabid dog. Once she sank into the marrow of the network, she’d be more susceptible to outside forces. It was one of the reasons she’d sworn to her team she’d never go under without one of them present.
She should’ve trusted her team. Running out of town and going in without them hadn’t been the right call. Damn. Guilt chewed away her insides. And here she was about to do it again. She swallowed, forcing the bile rising in her throat down.
This was for them. She had to find the hornet’s nest she’d stirred. The SEO couldn’t fix her fuckup until she figured out what she’d done. After this shit storm settled, Devyn was done breaking the rules. She owed her team huge for always having her back.
But they were absent because of her. Rider was still in the wind. She’d led Conver to their backdoor. She should’ve gone somewhere else, maybe even surrendered. She had to find Rider.
“Guilt is a bitch of a mistress.” Dagan’s husky voice threaded through her dark thoughts and heated her skin.
Grinding her teeth in frustration, both sexual and otherwise, she glared over at him. “Stop reading my mind.”
“You have the most open, expressive mind I’ve run across. I could spend an eternity tasting and absorbing those succulent tidbits you cast out for the world to glean without any hesitation.”
The confession made her shift in her seat. Weird. Mia never mentioned how readable she was. Rider had, but he was freakishly good, so she figured it was just him. Apparently it wasn’t.
Then again, on the freakishly good scale, Devyn doubted anyone could top Dagan. “Food’s on the table. I’m going inside for a while. Don’t worry if I’m unresponsive. It’s normal.”
“Inside? Inside what?” He rose from the bed, his gorgeous washboard abs fully exposed thanks to the lack of shirt and the loose shorts he’d commandeered from Rider’s go-bag. The waistband drooped dangerously low, well past the naval to expose the sexy V carved into his ripped muscles. She could spend hours licking and nibbling the trail exposed by his lack of apparel. She shrank into the filthy pleather chair as her nipples hardened and moisture pooled between her legs. He projected raw, untapped ferocity she couldn’t help but wonder if he used in bed.
“Inside?” he repeated as he approached, her forward gaze now in a direct line of sight for the sexy V she needed to avoid, lest she jump her Shadow protector.
“I need to retrace the path I took the other day when I think I tripped Conver’s radar. I dredged a lot of shit, but there’s bound to be something specific he didn’t want anyone seeing.”
“You can do that from here?”
“It’d be better at The Hive. That’s the hub Cadence and I use back at….” She severed the thought as the heat of the explosion scraped her soul. “It’d be easier with proper equipment, and an
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