AllFreeNovel
Share Us
Then Hades looks down at Mason, who’s still crouched on the floor. “Could you and your brothers—I don’t know, learn to use a cell phone? We could have told you that the property was uninhabited.”
Going there wasn’t Mason’s idea. I’m compelled to defend him. Or at least reveal that I’m the one who doesn’t know how to use a cell phone. “I didn’t know it was yours,” I say.
Hades gazes at the ceiling for a long moment. “Between the three of us and your brothers, we could tell you ifanyproperty was uninhabited and spare you the travel.”
“Can’t ask about that stuff. It’s against the code.”
Mason rubs his forehead. “Jesus Christ, Jameson.”
“Honestly, I should have put it together.” My vision blurs, then straightens out again. “There was an H on that drawing. But that was a kid, and you—” I wave at him, which hurts my entire arm. “Are like that.”
“Yes, thank you.” Hades doesn’t sound that thankful.
“Drawing?” Zeus asks.
“Shut the fuckup, Zeus.” Okay. Hades does not want to talk about the drawing.
“Wait.” All of them look at me. “Wait. If you—” I point at the two of them, then Lily. “Did you—”
“You have it right,” Hades says. “I found your fiancée abandoned in the forest and brought her here.”
Mason whips his head around. “Fiancée?”
“Yeah. I mean, it was fake, but I feel like our bond has been tested enough that it’s real. Plus, her grandpa’s trying to kill me, probably. And he’s a judge. So he’s probably going to send me to prison for life. And all that.”
“I can’t.” Mason gets to his feet. “I can’t. Come on. We’re going on a fun trip.”
“I don’t want to go to the hospital.”
“It will be fun.” He leans down, puts his arm around behind my back, and pulls me up to my feet.
The room spins, a total three-sixty, and the pain gets so bad that I could swear somebody hit me again.
I throw up all over the hardwood floor, then manage to focus my barely working eyes on Mason’s shirt.
“Ha. I missed you.” The floor tips. “Tell Gabriel I won.”
Then I pass out.
12
LILY
Ithought being kidnapped would be the most awkward thing ever to happen to me, but nothing is more awkward than showing up to a county sheriff’s office that looks like it was built at least two centuries ago and having to play it cool while your fake fiancé’s brother listens to his—apparently—close friend describe how your fake fiancé got beat up by the cops, and then follow him inside the county jail while the close friend stays outside to argue withhisbrother.
And that only stays in the top place for about five minutes because the close friend, a guy who is actually, literally named Hades, casually announces that you are engaged to the man in the holding cell.
Andthen.
You’re obviously not going to let your fake-real fiancé get carted off to the hospital alone—well, not alone, but without yourself and his bird—and he’s basically unconscious, so you get to chat with his brother, who ispissed.
And.
Then.
When said fake-real fiancé is once again conscious, pumped full of painkillers, and within his rights to refuse observation at the hospital, you go home with him.
To his brother’s penthouse overlooking Central Park.
