Page 175 of Boys Who Hunt

The moment we get home,I jump out of the vehicle and shut the door before he has a chance to do it himself.

Because my God, I couldn’t take my eyes off those muscular arms and those hands as they wrapped around the steering wheel, controlling the car just like he’d controlled me in that changing room.

My heart is racing, but I had to get out of there as fast as possible.

That man did something to me in that booth that should be illegal. It felt straight-up raunchy and so freaking good, I was nearly ready to beg for more.

I clutch the bag close and glance down at the expensive outfits he just bought especially for me because I told him I didn’t have anything to wear, and for some reason, it makes me blush.

Goddammit. What have these guys done to me?

His car door slams shut, and I push back the thoughts.

“You didn’t wait for me,” he says.

“I needed some fresh air.”

“Could’ve told me. I would’ve put on the AC,” he replies, grabbing the cat supplies from the trunk. “You feeling okay?”

“I’m fine, thanks,” I say, pushing myself off the car.

“No need to thank me. I’m just doing what I’m supposed to,” he says as we both walk up toward the Skull and Serpent Society.

“Which is what, exactly?” I ask. “Making Max jealous?”

He flinches briefly, but I noticed.

I have to remember who these boys are and their purpose: To use me as a toy, a plaything to be discarded the moment they’re done with me.

And who will protect Cora and me then?

I swallow back the lump in my throat at the thought of being out there by ourselves again without a safe landing spot.

I can’t rely on anyone but me.

I head inside the house, but the moment I try to place down my bag filled with clothes, a hand wraps around my wrist. Silas drags me closer to him. “Where were you?”

“Out. With me,” Heath growls back.

“To do what exactly?” Silas’s eyes travel down my body, and he checks me out thoroughly. “Shop?”

I drop the bag on the floor. “Heath got me clothes because I didn’t have any.”

Heath plops the cat supplies on the table. “And food for Bagel.”

Silas does not seem amused at all, and his eyes are visibly twitching. “Do you know how fucking dangerous that is?”

Heath frowns. “It was just a few shops.”

“Those fuckers are out there looking for her, and you chose to drive off without any fucking protection?” Silas growls. “She could’ve died.”

My eyes widen.

Fuck. He’s right.

I could’ve died at any point, and then Cora wouldn’t have anyone left to take care of her.

“She didn’t,” Heath retorts. “She’s here, in the flesh, as I’m sure you can see.”