Page 73 of Wicked Devotions

Cy pulls the gun out of his jeans and lays it on the table. “I was prepared.”

“You were.” Emerson holds his gaze. “But was she?”

“I trust him.” I slide my hand in Cy’s and link our fingers. “I would have done anything he told me to do.”

He drops my hand only to cup my cheeks and press a long kiss to my lips. It doesn’t matter that he and Emerson were together tonight or that Declan and I were. His tongue slides into my mouth in a slow, deep sweep. I don’t want it to end, but it does, all too soon.

He rests his forehead against mine. “You have no idea how much it means to me to hear you say that.”

“It’s true,” I whisper back.

“That’s sweet,” Declan says sardonically. “But we have bigger issues to deal with right now.”

“Starting with whether your foot is okay?” I ask.

“I already compromised with Emerson that I’d go to see our trainer first thing in the morning. He pulled the glass out and bandaged me up.” He lifts his foot so I can see.

“Okay.” If this is the most Emerson can get out of him, I’m sure I can’t do better.

“Did you check the cameras?” Cy asks.

“Yeah.” Declan grabs his iPad and hands it to him. “Walked right up to the house, waved at the fucking camera, and threw the brick.”

I watch the video several times on a loop with Cy, trying to see anything that sticks out. Unfortunately, the man is in all black with gloves and a ski mask on. There’s no way I’d be able to figure out who he was, if I’ve even met him.

“Does anything look familiar?” Declan asks.

“No. Nothing.” I rub my hands over my face. “Did you see a car or anything on any of the other cameras?”

“He walked onto the property from down the street.”

“Should we go to the police now?” I ask. Surely they can help do something. “Maybe they can ask for Ring camera footage from neighbors or something.”

“I’ll see what Dad says when he calls me back. I’m surprised I even had to leave a message, he doesn’t usually sleep well.” Declan checks his phone again and then pats the empty space on the couch between him and Emerson. “Sit.”

I do as directed and sit down. Emerson pulls me to him, wrapping his arm around my shoulders until I relax against his chest. Declan lays his head downin my lap and puts my fingers in his hair. I take note of the request and start running my fingers through the dark, wavy locks.

“I can’t believe you said fuck.” Declan chuckles. “I wasn’t expecting that.”

“Guess there’s a first for everything. Especially when someone makes me mad.”

“You look so tired.”Emilia drops down beside me on a desk and pulls out her laptop.

“Yeah,” I say around a yawn. “Didn’t sleep well last night.”

As much as I like her, I’m not going to open up about everything in my life. Not about the guys. Definitely not about the stalker. I just don’t see how anything good can come from telling anyone.

“Any reason why?”

“Nothing in particular. Did you do the essay for this week yet?”

“Yeah, did you?”

“Yep. Do you want to trade proofreading before we turn them in?”

“That sounds great. I always miss the most ridiculous errors when I check my own work.”

The professor walks in and begins class. I breathe a sigh of relief that changing the subject worked. It’s not like I don’t actually need someone to proofread my work, but I know I could ask Declan or Emerson.

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