Page 27 of Heartless Sinner

Salana arranged glasses behind the polished, walnut bar, crystal clinking softly.

“Why did you want me as your Fawn?” I asked him.

“Because I’ve known you since we were kids.” He shrugged. “You’re one of the few people I actually like being around at SVU.”

Salana returned with our drinks, setting mine down before handing Cory his.

“Brooks wants you,” Cory said when Salana left, swirling the melting ice in his glass before taking a drink.

“Why?”

“My guess is to punish you for your father’s crimes.”

I already knew that.

Didn’t mean I liked hearing someone else confirm it.

I chugged my drink. It wasn’t very princess-like, but oh well.

“If it gets too bad, you come to me, okay?” Cory squeezed my arm. “No one fucks with my princess.”

His face had lost the cocky look he’d worn most of the flight.

Well shit.

Maybe he can earn his way off my shit list.

My phone vibrated, and I tugged it from my blazer pocket. I took one look at the screen and knew I’d need another drink.

Brooks: Remember when I fucked you on the Resolute Desk?

Of course that’s his opening line.

I knew replying to him was a big mistake, but I did it anyway.

Me:

Brooks: I heard you’re going to Calira.

Brooks: Maybe I’ll come and fuck you on your grandfather’s throne next.

Me: Too bad. I already scheduled that with Cory.

Just to make his eye twitch, I snapped a photo of Cory looking down at his phone and sent it.

Me: You probably shouldn’t choose me as your Fawn.

Me: I hear you don’t like sharing.

Brooks: If I find out he touched you, someone’s losing a hand.

Brooks: Correction.

Brooks: I’ll make you cut his off first. Then I’ll do yours.

Me: You’re seriously demented.

Brooks: Don’t be the reason that idiot can’t write a sentence again.