King of the Underworld by RJ Kane

Chapter Thirty–Six

Sephie

I cleaned up and left the bandage supplies on the counter. Everyone had since disappeared, so I wasn’t sure where they went. I wandered up the stairs to Adrik’s office. I was chewing on my bottom lip when I walked in, my hands in my pockets. I was completely lost in thought. About Ivan, about Andrei and Tori, about everything that happened the last three days.

“You okay?” Adrik asked from his desk.

As soon as I saw him, I was snapped back to reality. I smiled warmly at him, taking in his features. He had ditched his shirt again and was just in jeans sitting at his desk, a stack of papers in front of him. He leaned back in his chair, pushing it away from his desk. He turned toward me as I walked toward him.

“Did you find your answer?” I asked, standing beside him, and picking at the top few files in one stack.

He shook his head no, letting out a frustrated breath.

“I can come back later. I don’t want to interrupt.”

A smile came over his face. “Give me twenty more minutes? This is really eating at me.”

kissed him, before turning to leave. I heard him blow

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into that and lie down while I waited

my bruises in the mirror. They were still clearly visible, but they were starting to fade just a little. A few more days and they would

was just going to comfortably wait for him to be done. I woke up sometime later. It was completely dark outside. The only light coming from his office. I got up

was.

over a file. I hesitated, not knowing whether I should interrupt him when he looked like he might’ve found

were already asleep, so I came back in here,” he said, leaning back in his chair and turning toward me again. He had changed into pajama pants but kept his hatred

have a lot of responsibility. I can’t be mad at that,” I said, walking toward him. He motioned for me to come to him. As I stepped closer to him, he pulled me onto his lap, so that I

said. His hands immediately running over my legs and under my

‘she might be touched in the head‘ different?” I asked, in my best southern accent.

or tried to distract me from it. It made me want to work more to avoid them. You? You try not to bother me, even though I want nothing more than for you to bother me. I want to ditch work, just to be with you. It was torture to have to be away from you today. I’ve never felt that way about

continued to roam under my shirt. I didn’t really know how

groan low. His thumb swiped my bottom lip as he