Page 12 of Descent

I jerk at that comment, my eyes flying to his. He’s watching me with a careful gaze, like he’s testing the waters.

“He’s not subtle. He all but gave himself away the moment I saw you two next to each other. Then, speech after speech about how important it was that I keep you safe when you’re under my care drove it home.”

Fucking lovable idiot.

“I assume Asher doesn’t know about his uncle and his wife?”

“Actually, he does,” I answer. “No one else does though, so your discretion would be—”

“Life saving?” he guesses. “You don’t have to worry about me. With the work I did, I’m used to operating on a need-to-know basis.”

I nod, slightly relieved but still very much on edge. I need to talk to Ronan, immediately. I pull out my phone, typing out a message that we need to talk when Wesley continues.

“Wow,” he murmurs to himself.

“What?”

He shakes his head. “I’m just surprised Asher is willing to share you. Kinda kinky.”

My eyes widen at that, and he smirks.

“Sorry. Intrusive thoughts. Shutting up now.”

Thankfully, we’re pulling up to Gallows Hill in the next moment and he throws the car into park before opening my door. I slide out, thanking him as he wishes me a good day before I begin making my way through the courtyard.

It only takes me five steps to see Liam waiting for me, his sunshine smile on full display as he sees me. He pulls me in for a hug, releasing me faster than I’d like as he whispers into my ear.

“Good morning, babygirl.”

“Good morning. I missed you yesterday.”

He pulls away with a sad smile and nods.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t be there with you, but I’ll come over today. How does that sound?”

“Sounds perfect.” I smile as we begin walking to our first class, our fingers brushing against each other every few steps like they always do.

Suddenly, Vincent pops up out of nowhere, falling in step with us as his hand brushes against my other.

“Morning, Siren.”

“Morning,” I say, heat rushing to my cheeks as I look at him.

His silver eyes are softer this morning, not nearly as cold and sharp. There is the tiniest smile playing at the corner of his mouth and a warmth about him, that has me desperate to bury myself against him. I don’t realize how long I’m staring, before Liam murmurs low enough for just the three of us to hear.

“No. Fucking. Way. Did you two fuck and not invite me?” he asks, half in disbelief and half in disappointment.

Vincent and I share a look before he punches Liam in the arm.

“Watch your mouth around my woman, Walcott.”

Liam scoffs. “She’s not your woman, she’s ours, get used to it. Also, she loves my mouth. Don’t you babygirl?”

“Occasionally,” I say with sly smile.

He clutches his chest dramatically and shakes his head.

“You wound me. Alright, that’s it. My turn next. Tell Ronan he can get in line.”

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