Page 40

When he walked in, his face paled right away. Randy’s flashlight was spotlighting one of the guys. The peek of modern-day clothes was unmistakable. “That’s them,” Walter said, his voice gruff.

The other superiors looked on horrified.

“They didn’t make it very far,” Randy said. Then, he looked at the others who’d just entered. “I’m sorry to find them like this.”

Creases gouged his forehead, and I wanted to go to him, but there were so many solemn faces in here right now. All these guys had friends and families just like us. They didn’t deserve this.

“No Jennie?” Walter asked.

Travis shook his head.

“That’s good,” Walter said.

I happened to agree with him. I was hoping that if there was any piece of Jax left in there that he would somehow remember his feelings for Jennie and let her live. Let her come out of this without any scars or hurt or pain. If he ever loved her, he could at least give her that. I would vow that to my coven right here and now. If it was at all in my power, I would never see them hurt or in pain again. It was a vow I would die to keep.

“You know what this means,” Walter said, speaking directly to Travis.

His jaw ticked. I watched them both carefully. Sometimes I still felt as if I was very much a newbie at all this. I’d dove right into this headfirst without an instruction manual, so sometimes I didn’t quite understand the ins and outs like they did.

“He’s declared war on the Order.”

Travis stared up at the ceiling, his head dropping back as if he’d given up all fight. “He won’t be shown any mercy,” Travis said.

I looked to Liam. He nodded. “If a witch kills an Order member in retaliation for any wrongdoing, they are immediately proclaimed an enemy.” He paused. “They won’t even think about taking him alive now. I’m not sure they’ll even care if they can separate Jax from the demon. He’ll have to go under the Akasha again.”

Travis’s lips moved, catching my attention. Mumbled noises came out of it, and when I looked at him, I noticed he still stared at the ceiling. I followed his gaze and noticed there was writing on the ceiling in blood.

The mighty will fall.

18

We decided to go home so the superiors could clean up the mess. After all, it was their idea to bring in another Order.

I wished they hadn’t. I wished they had just trusted us to know what was right.

The mighty will fall.

How poetic. I had news for the demon, or Jax, or whoever he fucking was. Nothing was happening to us. I forced Travis into the backseat of the Jeep. I held tight onto his hand while he tried to drive, but I wasn’t going to let him. Out of all of them, he needed me right now. And I needed them.

I pushed him in the back and then climbed on top of him, not giving him room to protest. Not that he would. I yanked his shirt up and over his head, then sealed my lips to his, trying to get as close to him as I could.

“Well, alright,” Gabe said.

“What are you doing?” Travis said between kisses. He didn’t let up. He didn’t push me away.

“Shh. Just go with it.”

He kneaded my ass through my jeans and I plastered myself over his lap, grinding into him. “Stay right here with you?” he asked.

“Exactly.”

He pulled my shirt over my head and I felt another pair of hands on me too. I sneaked a glance to Gabe who had a wicked glint in his eye. His hands moved over my hips to the front of my jeans where he unclasped the button while Travis slipped his hand under my bra, skin-to-skin. I let out a low groan, then reached down to undo Travis’s jeans before helping him shimmy them down his hips. Gabe worked on mine while Travis took my bra off, dropping it between Gabe and us on the seat.

“That’s it. Get him, Norah,” Gabe urged.

Oh, God. All the hotness.

I worked Travis’s dick free of his boxers as we kissed. Everywhere Travis’s hands weren’t, Gabe’s were. As Travis’s hands worked up and down my back, pulling me closer and closer, Gabe’s snuck between us and rubbed against my nipples with the pads of his fingers.