Say My Name (Gods of Saint Pierce #1) Read Online Logan Chance

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Dark, Erotic, Romance, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: Gods of Saint Pierce Series by Logan Chance
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Total pages in book: 104
Estimated words: 102184 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 511(@200wpm)___ 409(@250wpm)___ 341(@300wpm)
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Strong hands grip my shoulders. “I didn’t see you there.” Devereaux’s eyes sweep across my face. My breasts push up against him, and he licks his lips slowly.

“I didn’t see you either,” I lamely say.

He lets go of me like I’m on fire, and he can’t be bothered to put me out. He says nothing, just stares at me like he has a million questions for me.

The intensity makes me want to hide from it, so I brush past him, heading for the cooler. Once I’m inside, I release a long breath and rummage through the champagne bottles, looking for the one I need. The door opens.

“Swan,” Devereaux says. “Have a minute?”

I grab the correct bottle and stare back at him. “I guess.”

He runs a hand along his jaw. “I need to ask you a few questions. Can you come up to my office later?”

“Your office?”

He nods. “Yeah, it’s important.”

I step closer. “Ok. I’ll finish my tables and be there soon.”

He steps aside so I can exit, and I rush back with the bottle of champagne. I finish my tables, hand them off to Foxxy, and before long, I’m ascending the staircase, making my way closer to Devereaux’s office. He didn’t appear happy, and it has me wondering if he knows I lied to him about Brandon driving past Luna’s house?

Shit.

I spot Destiny behind her desk and forge ahead. “I’m here to see Devereaux.”

“Ok.” She picks up the phone receiver. “Swan’s here.”

A second later, the door opens. “Thank you, Destiny. You can take the rest of the night off.”

She beams at him. “Really? Thanks.” She gathers her things and nearly skips away.

“Follow me,” Devereaux says, crossing the hall to the other room.

I’m internally happy dancing because I no longer have to figure out a way to gain access to one of the club’s biggest mysteries.

We step inside, and ah, Luna guessed correctly.

“Wow,” I whisper as I stare at all the TV monitors. “Is this your security room?” I spin around to face him.

He shuts the door behind us and locks it. “Sort of. I have a feed to every room in the club.” He steps past me to the expansive floor-to-ceiling window that looks out over the main floor of the club. “I can see everything up here.”

“This is the God room, huh?” He tilts his head and I explain, “The man who sits in here is basically a God because he can see all.”

Devereaux stares at me, his eyes amused by my words. “Or maybe it’s more like he’s the Devil.”

“Why do you think that?”

“Because he can see everyone’s sins.” Devereaux studies me for a moment before he drifts closer. “Lying’s a sin. Don’t you agree?”

I nod, my eyes wide with curiosity at what he knows. He knows I’ve lied about something, but what? My heart slams around my ribcage, trying desperately to break free. Like the swan looking for her feathers to fly free.

“Have you been honest with me, Swan?”

I feel the torture of his stare hot and heavy on my body. Should I say yes, I’ve been honest, even though he knows I’ve lied about something? I decide to wait him out, not saying a word.

“Swan” —he loosens his black tie— “answer me.”

“What do you want to know?” I stall for time.

“Did you lie to me?”

“No,” the word falls so easily from my lips.

He hisses, low and long. “You’re lying right now.”

I feel like I’m trapped under some spell he’s cast on me, like I need to confess my sins. But I won't. “I’m not.”

He’s close, both of us leaning against the one-way window. “You are.”

I know no one can see into this window, because I’ve seen the other side every night while working, wondering what was on the other side of the one-way window. People mill about below us, and I try to remain calm.

“Did you talk to Luna the night she died?”

Fuck. Did he question Brandon? I noticed Brandon’s absence from the club. Is he guilty? Did Devereaux turn him in? Or is he on the run?

I’d have heard from Finn if that’s the case.

My eyes must tell Devereaux all of my thoughts because he answers a few of my questions.

“He didn’t do it.” He steps closer. “If that’s what you’re thinking.”

I can’t think straight. I need out of this room. Devereaux’s too all-consuming. “I wasn’t thinking anything.” Because that’s the truth. All I can think about is the low pulse between my legs.

“How did you know his truck was there?”

I blink.

He pins me against the window with his broad chest and dips his head so his mouth is next to my ear. “Answer me,” he whispers, sending an eruption of chills down my spine.

What do I say? I can’t exactly tell him I know from the police report.

“Fine, yes. I spoke to Luna the night she died. She wanted to know if I’d come in early for her the next night,” I lie again.



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