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My door opens and I slide out, smirking up at Christopher when he nods down at me. It helps that both of my arm men are hot. Christopher with his long blond hair tied at the nape of his neck and bright blue eyes, and Jordan with his olive skin and green eyes. They’re a complete contrast to one another but somehow fit both sides of me. They’re here for me to use as I please, as Delila had her own, but I won’t. I won’t sleep with them to make them feel that’s all they’re good for.
Keaton doesn’t have to know that, though.
Christopher leaves us to get the keys for our room, and I hook my arm with Jordan as he leads us through the main lobby. It’s an older style hotel, with concrete walls and cracked tiles lining the floor, but even at the surface you can see that it’s big money. The gold and black décor, and Gothic style chandelier that hangs from the center is my favorite, though. I need one. Jordan leans down, his thumb catching my bottom lip. “Your lip gloss is over lined.”
“I—” An arm is around my waist, yanking me into a hard chest, and when I turn around to slap whoever it is, I pause when I’m looking up into familiar dark eyes. People around us seem oblivious to the caveman in front of me.
“What the fuck are you doing?” I whisper to him, pushing off his chest. I click my fingers at his eye level when he doesn’t look away from Jordan. “Keaton!” I don’t want to look around his body to see where Kyrin is because I know he’s there. Watching. Now knowing that something is going on between us.
“Yeah, you’re staying with me…” Finally, his eyes fall down to mine. He raises his brows. “You gonna fight it? Because I’m game to fight it. Right here and now.”
“Fine!” I snap at him, yanking myself out of his grip and turning back to face Jordan. “Take the bags up to my room, please. I’ll call you if I need you.”
I wait until Jordan has left with Christopher until I finally turn back around. “He was fixing my lip gloss.”
“Yeah? He fixes it, and I fuck it up.” I follow him as we make our way to where Kyrin, Lilith, Luna, Sass, and Kill are standing near the elevators.
Great.
Keaton is talking with Kill when I finally look up at my brother.
His eyes are narrowed down on me. “You know what’s fucking hilarious?” Here we go…
“Okay—” Lilith passes Luna to Sass. “I’ll be up soon. Can you let King know he might want to come down here…”
“No?” I tilt my head and fold my arms in front of me. I already know the words are coming. I broke that promise with him, with my most favorite person ever, but right now, I don’t have time to feel guilty because I’m pretty sure he’s about to explode.
Kyrin’s head moves between Keaton and me. Keaton stops his talking, but his mouth moves into a grin. Motherfucker.
Kyrin points between us. “What the fuck was that?” He turns fully to Keaton, stepping in front of me and blocking my view.
“Ky.” I reach for his arm, but he moves away from my touch.
“Which one of you is speaking up first?”
Lilith takes my hand with hers, pulling me out from behind Kyrin and glaring up at him from behind wild silver hair. “How have you not known? Honestly, Kyrin.”
Kyrin turns his wrath to her, and panic grips my gut as I turn around to see who all is in the lobby. Thankfully, it’s just us and the workers behind reception, who seem to be ignoring the fact that they can hear us.
Kyrin’s lip curls. “What?”
Lilith’s fingers intertwine with mine, pulling me closer to her. Kyrin’s eyes fall to the connection before settling on her. His brows raise slightly. “You think that’s going to keep her safe like I won’t fucking lock you both in a basement and drip feed you through an IV for months on end.” His fingers wrap around Lilith’s chin, forcing her head up to his. “What. The fuck. Do you mean? You knew?”
My mind spins in circles and every time Kyrin has lost his shit at me plays on repeat. I close my eyes to calm my erratic heart. My airways cave in and I struggle to inhale…
“Just fucking do it. Now! Do it.” It was warm and sticky. There was a fireplace burning rapidly on the other side of the room and a television playing in the background. Why was Chuck Norris still trying to sell that weird fucking workout machine? He lost all his street cred doing that.
“Now! Or she’s going to wake, and when she does, we have to have her back where we took her from.” The voices I didn’t recognize. Aside from Chuck Norris.
“I don’t think it’s a good idea to meddle this much. She’s Kiznitch! She’ll know.”
“She won’t!” the girl snapped, and I felt dampness around my upper arm. I tried to lift my other to touch whatever it was, but it wouldn’t move. Numbness swam through my body. I could have been burning over a pitchfork and I wouldn’t have known.
The pain was gone.
The thoughts—stopped.
It was nice.
