Page 212 of Red Ruin

I should’ve stayed in Remy’s bed, racing to see how many threesome positions we could hit before the world ends.

Or maybe I should’ve stayed in Kevan’s guest wing, quiet as a doll, waiting for the next engagement contract to a Sentinel who’ll tell me they need me just before they pull out the rug and pass me to someone else.

Ugh.

Uggggghhhhhhhh.

Vhex rubs his chin along my collarbone. “I’ll clear a path. I love clearing the path.”

I drag his wrist back up a few inches before his belly rubs start rubbing somewhere else. “Could you shadow-walk a group below ground?”

Remy tilts his head. I feel his shadows working. “It seems not. There’s a spatial lock preventing movement in or out. Some defensive arrays must have survived underground.”

“Does that also mean the lich king can’t leave?” I ask, suddenly hopeful.

“Temporarily,” Remy offers.

Optimism cured.

Simms waves without letting go of Tan. “Speaking of underground? There’s a shortcut. Or maybe half a shortcut? I drilled pretty fucking deep while I was losing my shit.”

A few of the captains toss other ideas, but the horizon starts to crackle with kobold spells.

“We tunnel,” I declare without wasting any more time. “Me, Tan, Vhex, Remy, and Simms. Tiago and Cherise, you hold the line above ground.”

“Five people isn’t enough,” Tiago protests. “Let me bring a squad with you. It’s our commander down there.”

So much for handing me the job. “There are death knights in the field. We need A-classes on the walls. Once you’ve cleared the keep, work toward the lich king’s position and find a way to enter the main pit from above.”

They’d be cannon fodder for an S-class monster.

Tan and I arealsoabout to be cannon fodder, but we have no choice. If we don’t back up our Sentinels, they’ll never make it to the lich king un-possessed.

Tiago starts to argue, but a booming explosion drowns him out.

Vhex drags me against the wall as Remy throws out a shadow shield to stop the shower of rubble.

“Grab supplies,” I call to Simms and Tan. “We’ll meet you in the hole.”

“Five minutes,” Tan answers, already running out with the fighters hurrying to their positions on the walls.

“Let’s go.” I take my Sentinels’ hands. Before I can say where, Remy winks us out.

We reappear in his bedroom. I crash dizzily onto his mattress. Remy lands on top of me.

Vhex thumps to the floor.

Vhex snarls, but Remy’s kiss drowns the sound.

His knee grinds between my legs as his tongue and fangs tease my lips.

I tilt my head away, groaning as Vhex crawls across the sheets. Unbothered, Remy kisses down my jaw. His nose brushes my throat, the heat of his breath mixing with a graze of fang that leaves me squeezing my thighs around his well-positioned knee.

“We can’t. Not now. I have to?—”

“Pack?” Remy asks. “Done.”

Something that isn’t Vhexthumpson the bed.