Page 37 of Carry Your Debt

“Dude,” I jeer, at the same time that Zeus scolds, “Orbison.”

“What?” He flutters his lashes at us with faux guilelessness.

Zeus rolls his eyes—no doubt seeking strength to deal with his Second’s antics—but my focus has already been drawn by the weird number of place settings at each of the two tables.

Six.

There should be five for the Junior Council and four for the Senior.

Which reminds me—“Has anyone seen Foster?” He’d disappeared after shoving that drink into my hands, and I hadn’t seen him again since. It’s been hours.

“He’s doing bug sweeps on all the Gray Man suites at the Delphi. Sebastian’s orders,” Knox supplies. He scratches his neck, a grimace pulling down his mouth.

“What the fuck?”There goes all hope for a ceasefire.“He has two dozen other tech guys on his payroll that could’ve done that with their eyes closed.”

“Are you really that surprised, though? Low skill, low effort. How better to remind us just how little he values his Junior Council?” Zeus drawls. “Plus, it’s kept our group split for the better part of the night.”

I huff, angrily maneuvering myself into my seat and trying not to puncture a lung on the boning of my dress as I do.

He’s definitely not wrong, but now I’m even more confused about the seating arrangements. If Sebastian had no intention of letting our entire Crew eat together, why were there not four seats? And even with the possibility of having the Rox Boys join him, why two tables of six?

Dionysus leans over my shoulder, ogling my cleavage as he helps to push the chair in. “You know you almost look like you own a pair of tits when you sit down in that thing,” he stage whispers, knowing full well I can’t stand back up and retaliate without the assistance of at least two grown adults. His eyes twinkle behind his mask.

“Oh, youdid not just—” I start, jerking my arm back, but the asshole twists to keep his torso out of the direct area of impact.

“Sitdown,you brat,” Zeus hisses, taking his place to my left, and—I swear to orgasms—the tips of Dio’s ears turn pink. He drops down on my other side without another word.

Knox then makes a show of cramming his giant body into one of the empty spots directly opposite, eyes ping-ponging between the three of us. His chin begins to quiver with the effort of holding his tongue.

I smother a grin.

Always such a slut for the tea.

“Justask, Morales,” Zeus says with a long-suffering sigh, toying with one of the many cutlery sets arranged before him.

Knox sucks on his lower lip before immediately launching into his inquisition. “How long? Who made the first move? Each of you and Sabe? Or is itbothof you? Like you and Rhett—or youandRhett? Or like, all three of youtogethertogether?”

When he’s forced to pause and take a breath, Zeus quirks his brow, his black mask shifting up with the movement. “You done?”

I’m fully expecting our gossip queen to keep peppering him with questions. Instead, his dark beard splits with an oddly satisfied smile, full of teeth.

“Why does your face look like they just announced a new season ofOne Tree Hill?” I ask, chuckling.

“Woman! Don’tevenjoke about that,” he pouts, aiming one huge index finger in my direction. “Seriously though, you knowI love a good slow burn, butthis”—he circles that accusatory finger between the three of us—“has been giving memajorbangxiety.”

Then the giant teddy bear of an Enforcer leans in, propping his chin up on two massive fists. With the crown of his head covered by feathers, he looks like he’s about to perform a cabaret. “Tell. Me.Everything.”

But hearing that evenKnoxnoticed our push and pull has my gut tightening and my chuckle backsliding to an uneasy laugh. Was I the only one who thought my years of pining had been completely, totally, one hundred percent unrequited?

“Who?” I deflect with a mocking smile. “Orbison and I? That’s old news, sweetie.”

“Saberella,” he groans, and his playful eye roll melts away a little of that weird feeling in the pit of my stomach.

“Okay,jeez.” My hands go up in mock surrender. “Uh, the three of us did kind of hook up,” I hedge, subtly flicking my eyes to my left. I’m trying to gauge exactly how much to divulge, but oddly enough, our leader’s expression remains open and relaxed. “But last night was the first time, I swear.”

Knox scowls at my half-assed admission. “When I said tell meeverything?—”

But I don’t get the chance to defend myself because then Dionysus leans in with a signature smirk, reminding us all that he’s just as much a provocateur as Knox is a busybody.

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