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“Yeah, bro, and you should have seen that shit tonight.” Wells locked his hand with his friend. “Dude’s nose exploded like a fucking gusher. It was awesome—” His smile wiped away when he saw me, and he let go of Thatcher’s hand. His dark eyebrows descended. “The fuck you doing here?”
Okay, so prison Wells wasn’t fun, and next thing I knew, he was stepping up on me.
“You’re supposed to be with Bow,” he gritted, and Dorian tugged him back by the jacket. I realized, at this point, Ares was tugging me. I must have looked like I’d been about to do something because he held on.
Dorian put a finger in Wells’s face. “Watch how you talk to her. You’re already on thin ice for not listening to us. You didn’t have to do that shit tonight, and you’re lucky Ares knows people in there.”
Dorian shoved Wells for good measure, but I didn’t need him fighting my battles for me.
“Whatever,” Wells said, and Ares came forward.
“Not whatever,” Ares cut in, his hands still on me, and I got why now. I was tugging to get up in Wells’s face for speaking to me the way he had. I’d come all the way here because I’d been worried about the asshole, and for what? This? Ares pushed his hair back. “You messed up. You lost your shit, and now, you’re running your mouth like a cocky son of a bitch. You continue to do that, and I’m gonna let her go and let you handle yourself while I watch.”
This made Dorian laugh and surprisingly me too. We noticed right away when we both did, and Dorian rubbed it away before facing Wells. He put a hand on Wells’s shoulder. “In all seriousness, you okay? They treat you all right in there?”
“I’m good.” He put his hands in his pockets, and apparently without the high of discussing carnage, his glee shifted. His eyes averted, and when he asked if we could leave, I wondered if he really was okay. I mean, he’d hit someone. What the fuck?
This, like other things today, didn’t seem like him, and though the others let him head toward the truck, I noticed Dorian speak to him first. The two remained outside while the rest of us got in. They stayed out there for quite a few moments before suddenly, Dorian pulled Wells in for a hug.
I didn’t know what to make of that, but seeing Dorian do this and how he always showed up for his friends, I definitely noticed.
He did the same thing with me.
If I needed him, the dark prince would always be there, always. He loved so hard.
Gazing away from the hugging brothers, I exchanged a glance between Ares and Thatcher. “So, is anyone going to tell me what happened tonight? Who Wells hit, and why he didn’t have to?” They’d all made it sound like he had an alternative.
Ares merely started his truck while Thatcher raised a hand.
“Doesn’t matter,” Thatcher said, glancing out the window, and when Wells got inside, Thatcher put his arm around him. He whispered something to Wells, and though I think he tried to keep it low, I heard it. I heard Thatcher tell his friend one single word…
He said thanks.
Chapter Forty
Sloane
The night with Legacy wasn’t over, but they stressed it was for me. They had to pick up Wells’s car, which had gotten impounded in all this. Whoever he’d hit had had it towed, I guess, and after they dropped me off, they all piled into their individual cars to get Wells’s. I figured I wouldn’t hear anything more about any of this until at least morning, so I decided to go to bed. Bow was right where I’d left her when I got upstairs, snoozing away on my comforter. I’d known her to be a heavy sleeper.
After getting into my pajamas, I planned to get a little shut eye myself, but everything that had happened tonight still nagged at me. I decided to wait downstairs for Ares to come back so I could hound him about things, and eventually, I did hear talking outside while I waited in the kitchen.
It wasn’t Ares’s voice, though.
Tugging the curtain away from the back door, I spotted Dorian and Wells. They chatted, Wells’s hands in his pockets. Like before, I couldn’t hear what they were discussing, but it seemed to be over when Dorian took Wells’s hand and brought him in for one of those bro hugs. Dorian said something more to him but stopped when his gaze flicked in my direction.
My mouth parted, caught. Wells shifted in my direction too, frowning, and he exchanged a glance between Dorian and me.
We were still looking at each other.
It was like we couldn’t stop, my swallow hard. I let go of the curtain but didn’t bother scurrying away. They’d both seen me, so what would have been the point?
I simply waited, looking again to see Dorian head toward his car. Wells headed in my direction. I unlocked the door for him and was still in the kitchen when he finally came inside. He shut the door quietly behind him while I stood in the kitchen, lit by little more than the light above the stove.
“What are you doing here?” I asked, watching as he took his coat off. I thought his face screwed up a little while he did it, but I could have been mistaken. The room was kind of dark.
He folded his coat over his arm. “Wolf said I could stay the night. My dad’s a light sleeper. Don’t want him to see me sneaking back in.”
I leaned against the kitchen island. “Where is he? Ares?”
