Page 54 of Property of Grifter

“Sorry, Prez,” C says.“Can’t really talk.Got my hands full.”

Griffin’s tone goes lethal.“Tell me you didn’t drug the Devil’s Blaze’s princess.”Silence.“Christ,C!”

Caleb exhales.“Brushes had a dream?”

Griffin’s voice is cold as steel.“I told her you wouldn’t do something like that.Tell me I’m right.”

“I used a sedative a doctor friend slipped me.It’s safe,” C says softly.“I mean he fixed the dosage and everything, Griff.She’ll be fine.”

I cover my mouth, tears stinging my eyes.

“C, what were you thinking?”Griffin growls.“You drugged her and you’re taking her?You realize her father and brother will kill you for this?”

“She cares for me,” C argues.“She’ll understand, after she gets past her anger.”

Griffin closes his eyes.“You better pray she does, C.Because if not, you’ve signed your death warrant and maybe those of our entire club.”

The call goes dead.

Griffin climbs back into bed beside me, shoulders tight.His silence says everything.

“I’m too late,” I whisper.

He nods once.“Yeah.”

“Crap.”I lean into him, pressing a kiss to his chest—right over the tattoo of my bite mark—with the wordsProperty of Brushesbelow it.The ink’s still new, but the skin has healed.

He rests his hand on my belly, the faintest curve of our baby beneath it.“It’s going to be okay.”

“You don’t know that.”

“No,” he admits.“But we’ll face it the way we always do.”

I manage a shaky smile.“How’s that?”

“Together.”

He kisses my forehead, and for a moment, the fear eases.Just a little.I know this isn’t over.C’s made his move—and when the Devil’s Blaze finds out, the whole damn world is going to burn.

Shit.