Half the Battle (Saint View Psychos, #2)

by Elle Thorpe

“Please, Bethany-Melissa,” he mocked. “Make the bad man stop. Honestly, the secondhand embarrassment was killing me.”

“My vibrator, Scythe! Seriously?” “It appears to be ribbed for your pleasure,” he called back. “You’re welcome!” Something that was a half groan, half scream of frustration pushed its way out of my mouth, but I didn’t have time for it.

“She famous or something?” “Or something,” I muttered. “I’m headed to Psychos, in Saint View, please. Feel free to drop him anywhere but.” Scythe laughed, and my body did that hot flush thing it had done last night. I ignored it. “She jokes. She’s not funny, but we let her think she is.” Scythe elbowed the guy, his eyes darkening. “So laugh.”

“I could have been naked!” “And I would have been pleased.”

“That wasn’t very safe. You could have taken my eye out.” “And I would have been pleased,” she mocked sarcastically.

I grinned triumphantly at her making death threats on my behalf. Sexy.

“Yeah, well. Vincent can’t help that he’s as funny as a lobotomy.”

“He said to tell you that while you were sleeping, he found forty-seven issues with our security, breached the fence multiple times, and that your cabin is so lacking he knows you sleep naked.” There was another pause, and then Fang’s voice came through again, clearly holding back laughter. “He’s saying you have a nice dick.” I glanced down at myself, as naked as the day I’d been born. Then over at my door. Sure enough, it was open a crack. I knew for a fact I’d closed it last night. Well, fuck. At least he liked my dick.

But I didn’t. I fell asleep in the arms of a psychopath. I had never felt safer or more content in my life.