Page 25 of War and his Queen

He presses his thumb against my lip.

My eyes narrow. “Are you fucking joking?”

This time I do shove him away.

He laughs, his head tilting back enough for me to see blood splatter all over the tattoo on the side of his neck.

His eyes come back to mine, and I hate how they always look lazy. High. “Am I? Why don’t you kiss someone again and test that?”

He breaks the tension with a single step back.

Fucking. Lockjaw.

When I find Priest, he’s staring right at me already. It’s deep enough to leave a scar. Shit.

My fingers fly over the screen of my phone to distract myself, and hopefully Priest. I don’t know how War can get away with killing someone, yet I’m the one getting fucking glared at. “I’ve dialed it in. They’ll fix all of this.”

“Fix?” My brother finally speaks, but his tone is flat. It’s not when he’s angry that you have to be worried.

It’s when he’s like this. Calm. Collected.

Lethal.

I watch as his jaw sets when he and Vaden share a look.

“Okay, what the fuck is happening?”

“Get in the car, Halen.” War jerks his head over my shoulder. “And go home.”

I stare between him and my car, where River is waiting in the passenger seat and Stella in the back.

He doesn’t let up. “You wanna fight me on this? Do it later. For now? Get the fuck out of here.”

“War,” Priest warns, this time stepping forward and placing his body between us. “Do I need to start asking the questions?”

A tear threatens to fall as I blink past it. “It’s nothing.” I hold War’s stare. “Don’t worry. It’snothing.”

Priest freezes, but I don’t wait for them to stop their bickering before I do exactly as I’m told and go back to my car.

Vaden’s leaning against my door, a burning cigarette in his mouth.

“Move.”

He holds my stare. One black, one blue.

“Don’t fucking start.”

My brows knit together when he finally moves and I slide into the driver’s seat, ignoring the way my hands feel against the steering wheel. I fire it up and reverse us out, pushing into first and burning rubber to get us out of there.

“You wanna talk about that?” River asks quietly from beside me.

I shake my head. “No. I’m good.”

“I mean, he was cute…” Stella adds from the back seat.

“He was.” I clear my throat.

“—for a Rebel…” Stella adds casually.

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