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Shit. That was a rookie move.
I turn off the shower, wrap the towel around my body, and release my hair from the clip it was tied up in.
I open the door and pause at the four massive bodies all standing scattered in my room. I jerk, just enough for them to not ask why I was shocked, and squeeze the towel in my hand, casually making my way to the bed.
I pointedly ignore Keaton since I haven’t seen him for two fucking years. For Christmas, I made sure I was away in France fucking the Duke. It kept me busy and him away, all while keeping up the bratty, slutty, and somewhat fucked-up baby sister card.
“Oh, how lovely.” I scoop up my dress before Kyrin can examine it. “The four big bad wolves.”
“Why the fuck are you here?” Kyrin spreads his arms wide, and I finally bring my eyes to my frustrating brother. Heat rises in my chest and it takes all my strength to not cuss him out and ask him about Eli, and I would’ve by now if I didn’t like Eli and if I didn’t stress about the safety of his life after Kyrin would find out. I know he’s an Elite King, but the best thing for The Elite Kings and us is peace, because a war would not be pretty.
“Because I was invited, because I’m Kiznitch, and because I’m not your baby sister anymore, Ky! Leave me alone.”
Killian pushes out from the doorway, coming toward me. “I’m going to grab food.” He snakes his arm around my neck and pulls me in for a soft kiss on my head. “You guys can fight it out, but my money is on Cartier—like always.” He winks down at me before staggering back out the door. Kill has always been my favorite. He doesn’t suffocate me like the others, but I know if I’m ever in any danger, he would be the first to throw himself in the firing line.
“Cartier, you’re being reckless, fucking around half the world. Give your brother a break.” Ah, and then there’s King. My least favorite.
“I love you.” I bring my eyes to Kingston, squaring my shoulders in defiance. “But who I fuck is no one else’s concern, much less my brother’s.”
King shakes his disapproving head and leaves the same way Killian did. King is always on his high fucking horse ready to scold you like a child. It worked when I was younger. I loved him, worshipped him almost, because he taught me the things my father should have. But now, we fight more than we get along.
And then there were two.
Keaton breaks the silence with a deep chuckle that vibrates down every vertebra of my spine. He pushes up from where he was on my bed, and my body springs to life like hot live wire tearing through my veins.
He stops directly beside me, but I refuse to break eye contact with Kyrin, who most likely thinks it’s funny how protective Keaton is with me. He has always looked at Keaton’s vicious protection like extra help.
Little does he know, all it would take is one word for his world to shatter at his feet. Tigger. And mine, though, and I’m not ready to die.
“You think because you’ve grown tits you can walk around like we don’t own the steps you take?” His arm flies up in front of my face, squeezing the pillar to the bed.
Kyrin smirks, raising a dark brow. “Keaton, make your point without her tits coming out of your mouth unless you want my fist in yours.” Now it’s my turn to smirk.
The corner of my lip curls upward, and I slowly drag my eyes away from Kyrin, and up to a feral looking Keaton. His jaw is wider, sharper, meaner, and his eyes look darker, as if they’ve seen even more things that his mind is trying to bury. My smug smirk almost falters when my stomach drops to the floor at our eyes finally connecting after two years, but my stubbornness will always win out.
“Did you hear that, Keats?” I bat my lashes up at him. “Ky said—” His chest brushes against my arm as he closes the distance between us and his other hand that was tucked behind my back is suddenly on my ass.
His voice is enough for Kyrin to hear, but his tone is laced with malice. “I heard what he said, but he knows I’m right.”
My heart hammers against my chest as sweat slides down my temples, and I’m pretty sure that I’m going to need another shower.
“T, I can’t keep tabs on you if you’re fucking sleeping with everyone.” Kyrin lowers himself onto the bed and I quickly step away from Keaton, glaring up at him while clutching my towel tighter.
“Fuck you,” I mouth to him quietly.
“Later…” he answers loudly, flashing his white teeth.
I flip him off and round the bed. Damage control on Kyrin is getting easier the older I get, or the longer I’m working for Midnight Mayhem.
I lower myself beside him and rest my hand on his thigh. “You don’t need to stress about me. I told you I’m fine.” And also, you motherfucker, you stuck an Elite King on my ass who won’t detach.
“Shut the fuck up, Cartier. The fact that you actually think that only strengthens my case that you need it.” Ky turns to face me, wrapping his arm around my neck and pulling me beneath it. He kisses me hard on top of my head. “You know you stress us all out equally, but we all just deal with it in different ways.”
“Like for one,” Keaton butts in, and if I was still standing near him, I’m pretty sure my head would be going into his nose. “I gather distractions.”
Kyrin stares at Keaton, his face scrunched. “Is that what you’re calling them? Because I don’t know if that’s what I’d call them.”
Keaton ignores him, lowering onto the chair in the corner of the room.
