Macy:
Once I had chucked the rest of Dimitri into the incinerator, I turned to find the guys staring at me. Wyatt was using Dimitri's shirt to clean the blood from his hands.
"Why do you want my father's help, Macy? You have all three of us." I saw a flicker of jealousy light up Wyatt's eyes.
"Because handsome. There is no bait like live bait." I smiled, running my fingers across his bare chest as I walked away to shower.
The pads of my fingers ignited with the feel of him.
"No need to call then. We can get cleaned up and go to the house. You say he hasn't left in days. He should be there then." Wyatt was still trying to swallow the jealousy that his beautiful eyes were giving away.
I stopped just before leaving my torture chamber. I turned to him, watching his jaw tick, how hard
