She froze and narrowed her gaze, making me shift.
Her chest rose like she was about to speak, then she smiled—slow, sharp.
Fuck.
She turned to Hero. “All alone? Everyone else came home with someone. Why are you by yourself?”
Amusement tugged at Hero’s lips. “Well, drunk me got my dick pierced a few days ago. Sober me found out I can’t use it for weeks. I’ve never regretted a drunk decision more.”
Mason burst out laughing. Evie’s smile widened. “I told you to get a tattoo.”
“I already have my next tattoo booked,” Hero said. “It’s Regan’s design.”
“And I still can’t believe you are actually going to tattoo it on your body.” Regan gave a proud smile.
Evie sat beside him, draping her legs over his lap. Her hand wrapped around his bicep, casual, like she’d done it a hundred times.
“I swear to fuck, Hero,” Rook said, “I don’t care if your dick works—don’t start hitting on my sister.”
“She came to me,” Hero shot back. “And what’s so wrong with me? I’m a great choice.”
“Shut up and watch your movie.” Evie leaned closer to him. Her hand skimmed his arm. She looked at me, lips curving in a wicked smile.
At this point the knife was cutting me in half.
She was right there, close enough to touch, far enough to torture. And she knew exactly what she was doing.
Hero whispered something and she laughed, eyes finding mine again to hold my glare. That second too long was a spark to gasoline. I could feel my control burning away.
“Evie,” I said, forcing my voice even. “You look comfortable.”
“Oh, I am.” Her smile was all teeth. “You didn’t think you’d be the only one having fun tonight, did you?”
“The difference in my fun,” I grinned, “is my dick works. You two might have to get creative.”
Hero grinned, throwing an arm around her. “Lucky for us, I’m very creative.”
Rook groaned. Evie didn’t even look away from me. “Don’t worry. I’m plenty creative on my own.”
I swallowed. Every part of me knew she was about to make me regret tonight. And some sick part of me couldn’t wait.
The question wasn’t if I would let it happen or not—not anymore.
The only question I had would be if I beat her to it? Or would I let her sink her claws in and drag me to hell inch by painful inch?
Chapter 27
Evie
Ishut the door to my room, already pulling off my jeans and sweater.
Fuck, Aiden.
And I don’t mean likefuckAiden, I mean screw him, I’m about to ruin his life.
Again.
Or maybe only ruin it more.
