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The former tosses a bag of chips from the vending machine at my face before turning to perch on the bed. Just before he sits,however, he hesitates, glances towards me and Brooks, and then claims the desk chair instead.
Heat floods my cheeks instantly, despite the gravity of the situation.
Oh my god.
Jacksonknows.
There’s no doubt in my mind he’s aware of what, exactly, Brooks and I got up to a few hours earlier. I don’t know how. It isn’t as if the room reeks of sex. And both of us are dressed.
Unless…
I remember how easily I could hear their conversations in the room next door, and the heat in my cheeks transforms into a raging inferno. I hide my embarrassment by opening up the bag, grabbing a chip, and then taking a huge bite of it.
“Thanks,” I murmur around a mouthful.
“Don’t mention it, Daisy.”
I keep my attention pinned on my food as Brooks clears his throat, drawing attention back to what’s important. I gratefully direct my attention towards the oldest Bellua brother as he jabs a finger at the map spread out on the table.
“What are we looking at? Ley lines? Fae?” Jackson ventures closer, but Orion remains where he’s at against the wall, his arms folded over his chest and his black hair falling forward to obscure his features from view.
“Look again.” Brooks touches the paper a little more aggressively, and Jackson leans forward…and then abruptly releases a string of curses that would make my mom blush if she were still alive.
“Crossroads. Are you fucking kidding me? We’re dealing with a crossroads demon?” Jackson volleys his gaze between me and Brooks, as if waiting for one of us to tell him we’re joking.
We remain silent.
“You guys think Levi is a crossroads demon?” Orion interjects softly from the far corner of the room.
His voice sounds a little…strange, and I wonder if it’s because Brooks and I had sex.
Brooks nods in confirmation, but I hesitate.
I haven’t told anyone about the strange dream I had and what Levi told me in it. After all, it could be just that—a dream. Perhaps my subconscious knew more than my brain was letting on and wanted to make me aware.
And yet…
Yet I can’t help but think that something isn’t adding up. I’m holding two pieces of a puzzle, but no matter how many times I shove them together, they don’t seem to fit. I’m missing the piece that connects them.
I don’t bother voicing my thoughts out loud, though.
For one, I have no proof.
For two, if I’m wrong, my guys could get hurt by putting their faith in me.
For three, they would probably claim I’m dick-notized or something just as demeaning.
No, for now, I’ll keep my suspicions to myself.
“This doesn’t make any sense!” Jackson throws his hands up into the air and then begins to pace. “Crossroads demons make deals for souls. They don’t just go around murdering people.”
“Unless the deal was for the demon to murder people,” Brooks points out.
“Why would someone do that? These murders have been occurring for months now. And the victims have nothing in common with each other.” Jackson agitatedly runs a shaky hand through his hair.
“The sixes on the wall are a timer,” I say. “It’s an ultimatum. Pay up, or he’ll keep murdering. He’ll take away what was given.”
“What do you mean?”
