Page 66 of God of War (Legacy of Gods)

After we fill the car with shopping bags, Creigh drags us to a sushi place owned by a famous chef in South Ken.

The restaurant is situated downstairs and we’re given their best table, across from the colorful Japanese mural art. The bright pink of the sakura flowers slithering around a black dragon makes me swoon.

So I take a selfie of the three of us, then make Creigh take a dozen pictures of Anni and me as we pose and air-kiss. He gets bored after five minutes and forces us to sit back down and order.

Pretty sure Uncle Aiden owns part of this place and delegates its management to a different company. Creigh only had to give his name to get in, while people normally have to book months in advance to secure a spot.

And while the King name can open any door, Creigh doesn’t use it much. His brother, however, throws it around whenever possible to force people to their knees in front of him.

But then again, that devil has an obnoxiously terrific sense of making money. Might have to make do with his unfeeling nature.

“So.” I take a sip of my yuzu water and smile at Creigh and Anni, who are sitting across from me. “How long are you guys staying in London?”

“Maybe a week.” Anni gathers some of her sashimi with her chopsticks and places them on the plate in front of Creigh, who, in turn, shares some of his sushi with her.

“Stop being so sweet. I’m swooning, you guys.”

She grins and blushes, then attempts to fill her mouth with food.

Creigh raises a brow. “Get used to it.”

“So now you can speak?”

“Only when my Annika is involved.”

“Creigh,” she squeals, then quickly kisses his mouth.

Apparently, that’s not enough for him, because he traps her lower lip between his, and she barely manages to push him away.

“Get a room.” I pout. “Some of us live a life that’s as dry as the desert, you know.”

“With Eli around?” Anni asks after she swallows a bite of food.

“Especially with He-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named around.” I scowl at my rolls.

Anni laughs. “You’re back to calling him that? I thought you stopped after…”

She trails off and I think I see Creigh’s arm moving under the table.

“After what?” I ask.

She grins, but it’s a bit forced. “After you married him.”

“It’s worse now.” I stuff my mouth with my straw to stop from blurting out everything. Pretty sure no one knows about my arrangement with Eli, and I’m not ready to face their questions, as valid as they may be.

Also, something tells me there’s a big chunk missing from the story he fed me. It’ll be a cold day in hell before I take his word for anything. Though I haven’t given up on finding the truth, I know I have to do this carefully.

My husband is a scheming, manipulative sociopath. If he feels I’m snooping where I shouldn’t, he might shut down any available routes to find out the truth.

So I have to do this carefully.

“But aren’t you glad you can stalk—” Anni clears her throat. “I meanfollowhis movements in person instead of creating fake profiles and stuff?”

I nearly choke on my water. “Anni!”

“Creigh knows,” she says apologetically.

“Everyone knows,” he supplies.

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