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“Huh,” was the only response she could muster, looking back over the crowd. Pete was making his way toward them now, greeting people as he went.

Trent’s voice was closer to her when he spoke, his voice low enough so only she could hear. “I hope things work out for you two. Pete deserves to be happy.”

Dinah turned to look at him and smiled weakly. She hoped for the same. A glass of red wine landed on the table in front of her, making her jump.

“I hope you’re not whispering sweet nothings into my girl’s ear,” Pete said to Trent as he plopped down in the chair beside her.

“Absolutely,” Trent said with a smile.

The night was a blast. Pete was amazing, again. The guys all took turns dancing with her. At one point she begged to go back and sit down, and they finally agreed. Her feet were killing her, and her shirt was sticking to her back with sweat. While she sat and watched Pete, seeing how much he loved singing from the way his whole face lit up, and the way he’d interact with the audience, she decided that she was most certainly in love with the man. Well damn, she thought. Now what? Pete chose that moment to look over at her and smiled. She couldn’t even manage to return it as she panicked over the magnitude of feelings she had for him. Pete’s smile faltered a bit, hesitating before looking away from her. By the time he got off stage she had her anxiety under control and pushed deep down so she could enjoy the rest of their evening.

Trent was completely wasted when they left the bar. Dinah had never seen the usually collected and mature brother so loose and carefree. Seamus and Garrett struggled to keep him up as they walked back through the city streets. When she and Pete parted ways with them, heading toward his place, she was pretty sure Trent wouldn’t remember a thing after his tenth shot. He was going to feel sorry in the morning.

“Everything okay?” Pete asked, wrapping his arm around her shoulder as they walked.

She let her head lean on his shoulder, breathing in his familiar scent. “Everything’s fine,” she said.

They got home and headed to his bedroom without speaking. Both undressed and climbed into bed, instantly moving close. This wasn’t like their frenzied coupling, but a much slower, intimate one. Pete kissed every inch of her, her eyelids, nose, chin, corners of her lips, jaw, neck, everything he could. He took his time, worshipping her body.

Dinah let her hands run along his muscles, loving the feeling of his skin beneath her palms. The short, soft strands of hair tickled her hands as she reached up and grabbed his head, forcing him to come back up and kiss her mouth. They explored each other, their tongues not fighting like usual, but tangling gently in an intricate dance. She wasn’t sure what was happening between them, but in the back of her mind she wondered if this was what making love was like.

Afterwards, Dinah let her head rest on his chest, listening to the sound of his heart beating. Her finger tips trailed over his chest and stomach languidly while he did the same on her arm. She closed her eyes, enjoying the feeling.

“Can I ask you something?” he said.

“Hmm?”

He paused a moment, his hand still stroking her slowly. “Were you always an upper?”

Her eyes popped open. Sharing her past wasn’t really something she wanted to do, but on the other hand, if she really did love him she was going to have to be honest. The question was, just how honest?

“No,” she answered.

“You were a lower?” She nodded. He paused again. “Why did you join up with Ludwig?”

She shifted so her body was closer and started running her hand over his stomach again. What would he think of her if he knew the reasoning behind what she did? He deserves to know, she told herself.

“One day,” she said slowly, “the army came to the city where I lived and started tearing it to pieces. They came to my house, looking for my dad. I guess they’d heard from someone that he was part of the rebels, so they were coming to take him in. It was just my mother and I home at the time.” She took a deep breath. “Roman came in, asking my mom about my dad. I never knew he was a part of anything, so at first I thought they must just have it wrong. But I could tell from the way my mom was acting that there was definitely something going on.

She kept telling me to be quiet. I thought my dad would come, but he didn’t. He never showed up. I was so angry that I looked into my mom’s mind, trying to find the truth. I never did that to my family. I always respected their privacy, but the longer I knelt there, scared out of my mind with no sign of my father, the angrier I got. Sure enough, I found out he was part of the rebels. And even my mom knew he wouldn’t be coming back. He’d left. Saved himself, knowing damn well his family would be in danger.”

Pete squeezed her arm. “I’m sorry,” he said, his voice hoarse.

“Don’t be, it’s not your fault. It’s
his.
” She sighed and rolled over onto her belly so she could see him better, propping herself up on her elbows. He laced his fingers through her hair, brushing it off her face and behind her ear. She closed her eyes, leaning into his touch. “Roman had asked if I knew anything and I answered, not realizing he’d just thought it, not spoken it out loud.”

“Shit,” Pete breathed. Dinah opened her eyes to meet his.

“I know,” she said. “My gift, as my family liked to call it, was our big secret and I had gone and let it slip to the worst person possible. Roman shot my mother and brought me to Ludwig that same day. I knew it was the only way I was getting out of that house alive. I’ve been with them ever since.”

Pete stiffened. “He shot your mom right in front of you?”

Dinah nodded. “You know what the sad thing is? I didn’t even care at the time. I’m not even sure I care now. A part of me misses her, but I’m still so angry that she was willing to let me die for the sake of my father. Neither of them cared about anything else but themselves. I still hate them both for it.”

“Is that why you stayed with Ludwig? Out of anger?”

Dinah hesitated then nodded. “The best way I could get back at my father and everything he stood for was to be the greatest weapon to his enemy. I wasn’t ready to die that day, and Roman saved me from it. I guess I’ve always felt like I owed him for it.”

Pete angled his head so he could kiss her gently on the lips. “I’m sorry all that happened to you.”

Dinah looked at him in surprise. “I’ve spent the last five years hurting your cause – why are you apologizing?” she asked.

“Because sometimes our hardest decisions are made for us. I don’t think you’re fully accountable for the things you did back then. You were only what, sixteen?”

She nodded.

“You were a sixteen year old girl who just saw her mother die and was betrayed by her father. I’d be angry and bitter too. Who knows what I would have done if I had been in the same position.”

“Really? You really believe that? You don’t hate me?”

He shook his head. “No, I don’t think I could ever hate you. I just think it’s sad.”

She scrunched up her nose. “I don’t want you to feel pity for me.”

Pete laughed. “I don’t. I would never pity you, for fear of my life.”

She grinned. “Good. At least you know.”

She laid her head back down, cuddling in to his side.

“Just so you know,” he said softly, “if it were me, I would have done anything and everything to come back and save you. I would never stop.” He kissed the top of her head. “I’ll never let anyone hurt you.”

Roman waited outside the apartment. He had followed Bridgette home the night before. Thankfully she hadn’t come back here, or he probably would have followed her up and killed the guy right then. The sun was just rising now as he stood across the street, keeping an eye on the front door. Hopefully the son of a bitch wasn’t a late riser. He really didn’t feel like waiting around all day for him.

As if answered by some unspoken command, the door opened and out he walked, wearing those same pajama pants and no shirt. A dark haired figure was behind him, and Roman’s gut instantly turned. Had Bridgette come here after all? How had he missed it? Then the person stepped out fully and Roman froze in disbelief. Lottey stood on the street, her hair piled on the top of her head like she just woke up and threw it into a bun. She smiled up at the guy and Roman literally thought he was going to be sick.

Even from where he stood, there was no question that Lottey had feelings for the guy. Roman wasn’t sure just how deep they were, but from the way she was looking at him, he guessed they were pretty strong. The guy was looking at her like she was the only thing in the world. It made Roman want to break something. They kissed, the guy’s hands gripping her waist firmly as she went up on her toes to meet him. When they finally broke apart, Lottey waved at him saying she’d see him later.

Roman didn’t hear all of the guy’s response, but what he did make out chilled his blood. He called her ‘his little X’. Did he know who she really was? Roman’s heart raced. Had she told him? How long had he known? He watched the guy watch Lottey until she was gone and he went back inside. Roman didn’t know what to do, but he was pretty sure Lottey hadn’t been getting information from him like she was supposed to. There was no way she was faking her feelings just to get intel. That was obvious enough from the look on his face. Well, Roman told himself, looks like you need to take matters into your own hands. He flipped open his cell and made the call. This was getting settled – today.

CHAPTER TWENTY ONE

Pete stepped out of the shower, wrapping a towel around his waist. When he walked out of the bedroom to get another cup of coffee, he stopped in surprise.

“I gave you that key for emergencies,” he said. “Not so you could just let yourself in whenever you felt like it.”

“In my defense,” Seamus said, taking a sip out of the mug he was holding, “I did knock first.”

Pete shook his head, walking again. He went over to grab the pot off the wood stove and saw it was now empty. He looked over at Seamus. “Seriously, mate?”

Seamus smiled widely, taking another sip. Pete growled, slamming the pot back down. He leaned back on the counter, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Nice towel,” Seamus commented dryly. “You planning on getting dressed anytime soon?”

“I wanted to have a cup of
coffee
first, but I guess that’s not going to happen now, is it?”

“It will if you make more.”

Pete rolled his eyes.

“What are we doing today?”

Pete shrugged, pushing off and heading toward the bedroom as he talked. “No idea. We should probably head over to St. Anne’s. See what the good ol’ General has up his sleeves now. I don’t want to give that man too much space. He’s up to no good.”

“You mean more than usual?”

Pete put on some jeans and walked back out as he pulled a t-shirt over his head. “He’s definitely got something in the works. He won’t tell me, which makes me think he knows I’m not going to like it.”

“That guy has serious–” BANG. The front door slammed against the wall as ten armed soldiers filed into the room, guns pointed at them. Pete looked around quickly for his gun.

“I wouldn’t, if I were you,” an amused voice came from the hall. Roman Adamson walked in slowly, watching Pete. “Well look what we found here, boys. A rat’s nest.”

Pete clenched his jaw, his hands fisted at his side. “What are you doing here, Adamson?”

“Take a wild guess,” he replied wryly. “I hope you two didn’t have much planned for the day, because you’re about to go on a little trip. Cuff them.”

Pete stood still as a solider approached him, wrenching his arms back painfully. He made the cuffs too tight, which Pete was sure wasn’t an accident.

“How did you know where I live?” Pete asked, ignoring the other soldier that was pushing him forward. They stopped so Pete was just in front of Roman.

He smiled slowly. “A little birdie told me.”

Dinah. No way. Pete didn’t believe it for a second. She wouldn’t do this to him. The solider pushed him out the door roughly, and down the stairs to a waiting SUV parked along the curb. Seamus was thrown in after him. He looked to Pete, eyes wide with fear.

“We’re in deep shit,” Seamus whispered.

“Looks like it,” Pete said, looking out the window.

Pete was watching where they were going and it didn’t take long for him to realize they weren’t heading toward headquarters. He was both relieved and sad about that. As much as he didn’t want Dinah to know or see what was happening to him, he was also kind of hoping they’d go there so he could see her once more. He didn’t believe Roman. Dinah would never have told him willingly where Pete lived. The only reason Roman said that was to make him doubt her, and Pete refused to.

The SUV turned and headed out to a deserted part of town. Not encouraging, Pete thought. A large warehouse came into view, its windows broken behind the bars on the outside, the grey stone crumbing in certain parts. The buildings around it were also empty. Destroyed even more so than the warehouse. The perfect place to bring two people one plans to torture. Unease slithered up his spine as he shifted in his seat. The possibility of seeing the end of this day seemed less and less likely as they went.