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“And Ty’s gonna restrain me in front of a fucking machine,” Lane said. “With a TENS unit.”
I made a yikes face.
“He was fascinated with how electrical play worked, and I stupidly asked if he knew his way around electrics,” he went on. “So he gave me his ‘Boy, I have seven patents’ speech before he realized I was trolling him, and now he’s planning his revenge with Master McKenna.”
I widened my arms. “In other words, we’re all fucked. So how about we make their lives miserable?”
Macklin cocked his Dom brow, which he only did when he found it convenient.
Damn switches.
“The last thing you need is to dig your grave deeper,” he told me. “Don’t let them get to you.”
I scoffed and folded my arms over my chest. “What do you know?”
Lane smirked and looked away.
“I know that it takes approximately zero effort to rile you up,” Macklin stated, so I glared at him. “See? Zero effort. You push yourself forward on anger, and you don’t really know how you got there.”
“Wrong! I totally know,” I replied irritably. “Uncle Lucian and Daddy never get intimidated by me—they just smirk and pat me on the head?—”
“Zero. Effort.” Macklin tapped me on the freaking nose. “Do you remember what happened to Corey and Archie at the last event?”
Duh, it was like two weeks ago.
I threw a glance over my shoulder at the pool. It would be uncovered for the season soon enough, but for a brief hour after the Academy event, Corey and Archie had gotten themselves into trouble. And then a few Sadists had thrown their butts into the pool.
It’d been a cold evening, unlike today’s sunny warmth.
“You don’t wanna follow in their footsteps,” Macklin advised. “All it takes is attitude, and the Sadists are on full alert already.”
Maybe I could borrow Archie and Master Greer’s kid. If I was holding a baby, the Sadists wouldn’t do shit!
In fact, Archie was on their porch right now, swaying from side to side with a toddler in his arms.
Okay, that wasn’t a brilliant plan.
I blew out a breath and scrubbed my hands over my face. In my defense, I hadn’t slept well in ages. I wasn’t firing on all cylinders.
Like a flip of a switch, all energy went poof and just disappeared. I felt so weak all of a sudden that I wanted to collapse right where I stood.
Fuck, I didn’t feel good at all. The muscles in my face felt so heavy that I couldn’t fake a simple smile. What was going on? Why did it feel like emotions were threatening to surface? I was happy today. I’d been energetic since we’d parked the car. It’d been so good to see all my friends—and to see Cameron relaxing with Daddy on the porch. And the happiness in Uncle Lucian’s eyes.
“Pet, are you okay?” Macklin asked.
I swallowed and shrugged. “I don’t know.” Movement caught my eye, and I looked over to where Greer descended on Corey. Maybe for waterboarding, maybe for whatever else he’d found in those dumb eggs. Kit actually ran for it, which made me glance over at Colt, who was talking to River.
“…don’t know, I think I could pull it off,” he was saying, while stroking his fingers over his beard. “The mustache is comin’ back, River. I’m tellin’ you.”
God.
“Colt!” Mr. West exclaimed.
“What?” Colt spun around. “Don’t you think I’d look good in just a mustache?”
Mr. West offered an incredulous look in return before he gestured toward the forest.
Colt must’ve noticed Kit. “Oh hell.” So Colt took off too. Bunny ears and all.
