“Please don’t call her that to her face.”
“I’m gonna.”
“Don’t.”
“I’m definitely gonna.”
“Ash.”
“Dev.”
He groaned. “K is going to kill me.”
I grinned up at the ceiling.
“K can’t kill me. I’m in love.”
Dev muttered something vicious under his breath, then said, louder, “You better be careful.”
I rolled my head to look at him, upside-down on the couch. “Why? She’s mine.”
Dev snorted. “No.She’s not. And K knows her. From before.”
That pulled me upright.
“Before what?”
“Like… before, before,” he said, voice dropping. “He recognised her the second he saw her. He was… weird about it.”
I frowned. “Weird how?”
Dev shrugged. “K weird. Quiet. Stiff. Murder-in-his-eyes weird.”
“That’s normal.”
“Weirder than normal.”
Something hot and possessive twisted low in my stomach.
“She didn’t look at him like she knew him,” I said finally.
“Yeah,” Dev replied. “But he looked at her like he’d seen a ghost. So just—don’t touch her yet. If K thinks you’re messing with someone from his past? You’re dead.”
I laughed, loud.
“Let him try.”
Dev stared at me like I was actually unhinged.
“You really are gone for her, huh?”
I didn’t even try to hide it.
“I’m gonna marry her,” I declared.
Dev groaned again. “Gods help us all.”
The door to our suite slammed open and in stepped K, fresh blood being wiped from his knuckles.
