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“Only if you find some clothes!” Zaine yelled.
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“Our threesome is goingto have to wait. Raiden is here,” Octavius said, returning to Jayden’s room.
“In New York?” Saint stood in the kitchen, naked from head to toe. He grabbed an apple from a fruit bowl and crunched noisily. Octavius missed a stride while staring—Saint had a body made to be desired. Firm, muscular thighs, gorgeous hips, and a semi-erect dick that appeared to be growing under Octavius’s gaze.
“We were having a threesome?” Jayden asked, looking up from his bag of chips.
The mention of a threesome and Saint’s unashamed display of masculinity stalled Octavius. “I… ugh… Only if you want to.”
“Pfft, like you have to ask. Have you met me? I’ve been begging Saint for a threesome since we met you.”
“You have?”
“You’ve been busy,” Saint said. “I didn’t want to leap ahead and scare you off by suggesting I fuck you both right after we’d met. You were just as likely to kill me as fuck me, back then.”
“We’re discussing this—” He pointed at Saint, then Jayden, because Saint witheverythingon display was too damn distracting. “—later.” He focused on Jayden, the sensible one in the room. “Do we have any clothes or are we going into battle naked?”
“It would save time,” Saint mused.
Was he joking? Octavius couldn’t tell. He huffed and rubbed his face. Raiden was here. They needed to focus.
“We have clothes,” Jayden said. “I’ll grab some for you.”
“Thank you.” Octavius dropped to the end of the couch. Raiden’s interview about the nyktelios threat was playing on the TV again. He looked like the pillar of the scientific community and absolutely trustworthy. Felix was right. He’d fooled them all.
“It’s not your fault,” Saint said, approaching from behind.
“How do you always know what I’m thinking?”
“You wear your thoughts all over your face.” Saint knelt and leaned against his leg. “None of them saw his duplicity. It wasn’t just you.”
“Do you think Mikalis knew?”
At the mention of Mikalis, Saint lost his smile. “I think Mikalis has always had his own agenda, and trying to second-guess him is impossible.”
“We’re floundering, Saint. The Brotherhood is barely together.”
“And he’s not here. I know. But you’ve got me, and Storm, and the other guys, Blondie and whatever they’re called.”
Octavius snorted. “You know their names.”
“Yeah, the mouthy blond one, the one who loves himself, the one with the knives, the big guy, the human. They’re not much, compared to you.” Saint smiled. “You don’t need Mikalis.”
“The same goes for you.”
He rubbed his face and nodded. “I know, it just took me a few thousand years to realize it.”
“I don’t understand why Mikalis would throw it all away like this, why he’s not here…”
“You’ve forgotten the number one Brotherhood rule: never care. He’s not here because he does not care about me, or any of you, or the people. He never has.”
It had always been a part of the Brotherhood creed, but none of them hadnotcared. Except Mikalis. Octavius couldn’t believe it. Even now, with the evidence staring him in the face. Mikalis had assumed the worst of him, called him a traitor, tried to kill him, yet Octavius still wanted to believe Mikalis was on their side. It didn’t make sense that he’d throw away thousands of years of the Brotherhood, for what? Just because he thought he’d killed Saint? Just because Octavius and Zaine dared question him? Surely Mikalis wasn’t that shallow.
“Here’s some clothes, at least some that might fit you,” Jayden said, returning with a bundle in his arms. “Saint, I know it’s a hate-crime, but you’re going to have to wear jeans.”
“I’ll fight naked.” Saint snarled in disgust as he stood.
