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I shake the macabre thought from my head as I extend my hand, waiting for Lily to give me the key.
The damn girl simply rolls her eyes, shoulders me out of the way, and then places the ornate brass monstrosity into the lock. Yes, an actual key. Apparently, this hotel doesn’t believe in keycards or modern appliances. Rich people must find this backwardnessfun.
“Well, this is the honeymoon suite,” the simpering fool, Freddie, says as he walks in after us, still holding our bags.
I completely forgot he was even here, my attention consumed by Lily Dean.
Always Lily Dean.
I mentally berate myself for not keeping my guard up as I move farther into the room, studying it with the keen eye only a seasoned hunter has. But that “keen” eye turns into a murder eye when I see Lily flash Freddie a beguiling smile, one that has a dimple making an appearance in her cheek.
A blush rises up his neck as he accepts the tip Lily offers him.
What the fuck does he think he’s doing?
Doesn’t he know that this is the fuckinghoneymoonsuite? As in…for newlyweds? Who is he to hit on my girl while I’m in the room—
No.
I shake my head adamantly, though I swear my brain has become infested with wispy cotton balls.
Not my girl.
Never my girl.
A growl builds up from Orion’s throat as he glares at the other man, and I know I need to get Freddie out of here. Soon. And not just for my sake.
“That’ll be all,” I say briskly, placing a hand in the center of Freddie’s back and all but shoving him out of the room.
Freddie’s lips thin even farther. “Do you two need directions to your own room?”
This is directed at Jackson and Orion. The former simply broadens his smile, while the latter curls his hands into fists.
Orion never used to have a short temper, but that all changed after the…incident.
“We’ll be fine. Thank you!” Jackson doesn’t wait for Freddie to reply before slamming the door in the stunned man’s face.
Only then does the growl reverberating through Orion’s chest dissipate as he sags against an armchair.
“Good grief,” my young brother murmurs, too low for Lily or even Jackson to hear.
I place a reassuring hand on his shoulder and give it a squeeze.
Lily doesn’t even seem to notice or care about the commotion that just occurred. She’s vigorously unpacking her suitcase, humming softly under her breath. My heart judders painfully in my chest at the sound.
How many times has Lily Dean walked around my kitchen, humming and smiling as if she hasn’t a care in the world?
I miss that.
I missher.
Fuck.
I scrub a hand down my face as I finally survey the room we’ve found ourselves in. I don’t know what I expected. Blood stains on the walls? Chalk in a perfect outline of a dead body on the floor? Human flesh? Broken furniture?
Instead, the room seems perfectly normal, not a single thing out of place. Well, it’s perfectly normal and also completelybonkers.
The huge, heart-shaped bed dominates the center of the room, and the dresser seems to be brand new, not a scratch or indent on the mahogany surface. A molded loveseat facesa roaring fireplace with an enormous television mounted overhead. One glance confirms the bathroom is just as extravagant, with a golden tub capable of fitting six people, a walk-in shower, and a huge vanity.
