Page 67 of When Kings Fall

He downed the rest of his glass, then snatched up the bottle.

“It was a pleasure doing business with you.”

I gave a nod. “You too.”

“Until next time, Levi.”

“Right back at you, Nico.”

He smiled. “Arrivederci.”

With that, he turned on his heel and swept out of the bar.

Making deals with devils indeed.

17

~Mason~

My pencil flew across the page.

Something had snapped back into place for me since we’d been up here.

Well, it could’ve been anywhere, but it was just the fact of our foursome—the positive impact it was having on me.

And my creativity.

I’d flown through five tattoo designs in the last couple of hours.

They were damned good too.

Inspiration and creativity were coursing through me like livewires.

Working on my design journal had started earlier as a means to tamper down my anxiety about what was going on, while we waited on Lev’s program to complete to detect Royce’s location, and also on Bree’s Vixen to pull the intel we needed too.

I wasn’t used to sitting back and allowing others to take the lead.

But we were a team now, and the two of them were best suited to these particular tasks.

As I’d sunk into my drawings, though, it had become a lot more than sublimating.

I was allowing it to become a bigger part of me again.

I was allowing it back in.

It wasn’t time to immerse myself back into it fully.

But the fact that I could see the possibility now was a huge thing.

The reminder that it wasn’t yet time, though, hit me as rushed footsteps sounded down the corridor outside my bedroom, and then Bree’s voice rang out.

“Mason!”

“In here, dark angel! My bedroom!” I called back.

A moment later, I looked up from my journal as I sat leaning against the headboard of my bed to see Brianna walking in with Colt just behind her, his guitar slung over his back.

“We have a problem.”

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