Page 52 of Wraith (Deviant Assassin #1)

Kiera

C offee is the first thing I think about when I wake up.

Then I’m immediately hit with the fact the three of us slept on the bed together.

Not because they wanted to, more because neither of them wanted me to be alone with the other.

I offered to sleep on the couch while they took the bed and for the first time, they’re in sync; it was to turn on me with a glint of murder in their eyes.

Figures.

But their ridiculous testosterone filled spats over how to sleep left me right in the middle of two sexy men. I took it as a win and cuddled between them, letting their heat lull me to sleep.

Now, lying here between them in the quiet morning, the sense of how right this overwhelms me. How can I possibly want two men? I don’t know quite how that looks yet or if Wild even wants to. But I’m finally ready to accept that I want them both in my life.

I scoot down to the end of the bed and climb off, trying not to disturb either of them.

With no such luck, they roll over facing the middle where they expected me to be, sporting huge smiles.

Perspective glares return and I drop an exaggerated sigh as I leave on my search, praying to the coffee gods for sustenance.

The air around the safe house is thick, tinged with the scent of wet earth from last night’s rain.

A hazy gray bleeds into the early morning blue of the dim sky, and a faint mist hangs in the distance.

Wincing when I realize there’s absolutely nothing to eat or drink for that matter, I head to the living room, grumbling at the gods of caffeine for having forsaken me.

Wilder stands by the front door, hands flexed, his sharp eyes moving between me and Blade, who’s leaning against an opposing wall, arms and legs crossed, head tilted down. He glances at his watch.

Hmm, somewhere to be?

Wild and Blade haven’t exchanged a word.

Until now.

“Get out, Special Agent. You’re a danger to Kiera. You brought those assassins to us. They could have killed her,” Blade growls, now pacing the wall he was just leaning on.

He’s all sharp edges and barely contained fury, but he can’t hide the fear underneath. Not from me. It’s written in the way he keeps looking at me, like he’s waiting for something to go wrong.

Wilder’s jaw tightens. “You have people thinking she’s Wraith.

She’s literally taking the fall for it asshole.

Then you kidnapped her. You don’t get to make the rules here, Blade.

This is your fault.” His eyes narrow. “And don’t think I’ve forgotten I owe you one.

Framing me, fucking brilliant, pecker-head. ”

They stare each other down, Blade laughing at whatever this framing drama is, and Wild working his jaw in anger.

It’s like I’m stuck in the middle of two very pissed off bulls.

And I’m the idiot wearing red. I know this is a lot my fault.

I’m asking two alpha males who are natural enemies to put their differences aside and share me. Me!

What the fuck makes me so special they would both want me?

For once in my life, I’m in the position of having to deescalate a highly tense, fucked-up situation when usually I am the situation. I need to say something, anything, to diffuse the tension crackling like static in the air.

“There’s no coffee. I can’t see a way to survive this. We’re all going to die.”

Both heads turn toward me. A blond one wearing a smirk to cover insecurity, his whiskey eyes wary.

Angry green eyes meet mine when I look across the room.

I want to run my fingers through his dark hair, calm him down and assure him my feelings are no different between them.

I can’t stand the thought of giving up either man.

I need this to work out, but I don’t see a way around their egos. And really, who can blame them? If it were me, I’d be pissed too. I truly believe Wild will find a way to overlook Wraith. Once I tell him who Wraith really is. But Blade doesn’t know him that way and wants to protect me from him.

I have to tell Wild the truth.

“I have no right asking you guys to do this. It’s unconventional.

You’re enemies, for Christ’s sake. But I can’t stand the thought of going through life without either of you!

” Something flickers in Wild’s eyes, but it’s gone before I can decipher it.

Blade lets out an angry sigh. I know there’s no convincing them, and the choice that leaves me.

“It’s unfair to all of us, but if I can’t have both of you, then I won’t have either of you.

” I glance at Wild. It’s time he knows who I really am. What I really am. “Wild, I?—”

“I’ll be back,” Wild mutters, cutting me off. “Need to…take a walk.”

“No, I’m taking a walk,” Blade says, already pulling his phone out of his back pocket. Shoving past Wild, he stalks down the porch. Wild scoffs, shakes his head, and storms off in the opposite direction.

What the hell is Blade up to? Who does he need to speak with so badly?