Page 103 of Heirs of Havoc

Pasta sauce splatters on his face and that only makes my stomach churn some more. It brings me back to hours ago. The blood on his face. The blood on the floor. His eyes narrow, but I’m not sticking around to see how this plays out.

Swivelling in my seat, I turn towards the kitchen entrance. It feels like I’m floating as I make my way to the foyer, but not in the good way it feels when I’m a little too high or drunk. It feels like I’m in a dream. Or like I’m not even me. It feels like I don’t exist.

My hand on the rail, I move up the stairs. I’m not sure where I’m going but I don’t want to be in Feliks’ room. I don’t want the guys to follow me. I want to be alone.

“Mia!” Lev calls me when I reach the top. Glancing over my shoulder, he climbs the steps two at a time in his joggers. No top, but even those tatted muscles aren’t enough to distract me. When he stops in front of me, I wait for a response. He just smiles.

Why the fuck is he smiling?

There’s nothing to be happy about.

My father’s dead. And so am I.

Before I can cock a brow, he takes my hand and leads me down the hall. “I got something to show you.”

“We have something to show you.” Vlad’s rolling voice comes from behind. “Selfish prick.”

“It was my idea,” his brother argues.

“But who did the work?”

I don’t know what they’re talking about and I don’t care. Especially not when—wait, woah …

"Told you she'd like it," Lev says, leaning against the door frame.

I hardly notice we're at the end of the hall until the twins stand me in front of the bedroom door. My name in vintage lights greets me. Below it, an enormous bed decorated with white and gold throw pillows sits in the middle of the room. The orange fluffy sheets match the calming colours of the rest of the space. Neutrals, greens and more flecks of gold. A white bookshelf lines one wall, filled with titles.

Lev’s voice lands on one side of me. “We figured you might need your own space.”

“Not too happy about sharing with Lev again after all these years.” Vlad’s voice lands on the other side. “But it’s warmer than the cellar, and you won’t have to sleep next to Feliks anymore. Or anyone.”

“Not if you don’t want to,” Lev adds. “And even if it’s only for a little, it’s yours. Since you’ll be—” Vlad clears his throat, cutting off his brother as my head moves between them. “It’s nothing.”

When I cock a brow, Vlad takes over. “It’s best we wait on it.”

More secrets. While I’m grateful for this gesture, their secrets are another reminder of what I gave up. For them.

For him.

Stepping into the room, it smells like a mix of them. Cinnamon. Coffee. Pot. Turning around, I give the boys the best I can. A very weak smile before I close the door.

* * *

I’m not sure how many days go by, but I don’t leave the room, burying my face in the feathery duvet the guys left me.

Keeping the gold curtains closed and the door locked helps. While I know these guys have no problem pushing past my boundaries, I’m surprised they don’t. And while we’re in the same house, it’s still easy to miss them.

The only bit I see of them is when they drop off food in front of my door. Bible Burger. I’m getting my appetite back. A little. All I’ve eaten are french fries and milkshakes, but they’re observant. They noticed I’ve been eating that, so they keep bringing it.

I’m grateful for the space they’ve granted, especially considering I spent most of my time at Murphy House in a cellar. But something’s shifted. Our time in the pastor’s office has only gotten louder in my head.

Our filthy little slut.

Ours.

Did they mean that? Or was it a ploy to get Dominik back?

Dom and Feliks explained it was all part of the plan, but can I trust them?

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