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met.”
    Her mouth hung open. Her cheeks reddened, because she’d been caught. She didn’t have to admit it. He knew it.
    He walked to her. She backed away and she always did, but this time was way less self-assured. Like she knew she’d pushed this shit right to the edge and was about to nosedive over it.
    She’d be wrapped around him, and naked when she did it.
    He took her hands into his and told her, “I’m not faking this shit, Luna. You need to get honest with yourself and realize you’re not going to be either.”
    * * *
    Who are you kidding? You didn’t come here for a joyride.
    She hadn’t acknowledged, even to herself, how deeply she’d fallen until he held her hands. The fact that he seemed to have fallen just as hard, the fact that she might’ve finally let herself acknowledge what that meant filled her with a flush of power. “You know me, Bishop—I’ll give you that. You don’t have to be an asshole about it, though.”
    “It’s the only way to get you to admit anything,” he told her.
    God, she hated it that he was right all the time. “I was worried about you.”
    When she let that out, he told her fiercely, “I’ll protect you. The way I always have.”
    Before she could answer him she heard the door opening behind her.
    “I’m not faking this shit,” Bishop reminded her, his words so low they barely registered.
    She turned to see Keller watching them.
    “I see you’ve had a chance to catch up,” he quipped. “I’ll have to bring Luna back to her cell now until we can decide—”
    “She’s with me,” Bishop said, cutting Keller off. “She’s my old lady.”
    Her heart hitched to hear Bishop describe her as such.
    I’m not faking this shit.
    “You’ve never mentioned an old lady,” Keller said calmly.
    “You and I don’t exactly sit down and gossip over my love life.”
    “True,” Keller conceded, then stuck the knife in deeply with, “But you haven’t been exactly faithful.”
    Bishop took it in stride, calmly told him, “No rule I can’t fuck anyone I want.”
    And those words were the real knife to the heart. She glared at Bishop before she could cover and stop herself, and she swore she heard a soft chuckle from Keller, like he was enjoying this shit.
    “I’m trying really hard to understand this situation—so you’re not together?” Keller asked.
    “I’ve asked, she’s refused,” Bishop said casually, putting the whole damned thing on her. She couldn’t believe it. It was like, go ahead , save your own life , Luna.
    And she’d do just that. “I came here for you,” she said firmly, because that, at least, was the complete truth.
    Bishop smiled, with a little bit of that all-knowing smirk she’d sworn she thought she’d missed all these months.
    “I missed him,” she told Keller through gritted teeth.
    “Doesn’t seem like it,” Keller said.
    Before he could get the last syllable out, she’d dragged her hand through the back of Bishop’s hair, yanked his head down and kissed the hell out of him. She took immediate satisfaction in taking Bishop by surprise, shutting him up, shutting Keller’s bullshit down.
    In response, Bishop wrapped his arms around her waist and dragged her up against him so she was off the floor. Heat rushed through her body as she wrapped her legs around him without hesitation, not caring that Keller was watching. Bishop cupped her ass to keep her in place and she tasted him and my god, he tasted better than she’d remembered.
    She could pretend she was doing this for Keller—and she’d stay wrapped in that for as long as she could—despite the fact that she and Bishop both knew it was a lie.
    She’d thought about kissing Bishop every single day since their first kiss, but she’d had Rebel to worry about. Now, she only had herself to worry about, and although Bishop seemed okay, he was definitely harder and more distant. Which was exactly what she’d been afraid of.
    She needed to bring him back. For Mathias.