Page 54 of Lovers Fate

“I haven’t seen you in a while,” I reply with a smile, knowing I’m talking about the motel.

He smiles but gives me a troubled look. “I took your advice”—he clears his throat—”and stayed away from the fake ones.”

“Good to hear. Do you work at the haunted carnival, too?”

He snorts, glancing at Draco like they share a big secret and then back. “Something like that.”

“What do you guys do when you’re not scaring people with your costumes?” I ask casually.

The door to the diner opens, and the redhead and blond walk in with three other guys I recognize from the club. The redhead glances over to where we are seated, her eyes narrowing to slits.

“Did you tell them you were here?” Draco asks in annoyance.

“No, they were looking for you, though,” Kaden replies.

I’m betting it was the redhead.

“They work with you guys, too?” I ask, watching them sit in the booth on the other side facing us.

“Something like that,” Kaden says, giving me the same response while Draco continues to stare at me, oblivious to his friends watching us.

“They don’t like me, do they?” I tell Draco.

“They don’t know you,” Draco remarks, implying that if they knew me, the redhead would smile instead of glaring at me. “They’re trying to figure out who you are.”

Dread pools in my stomach, not sure what he means, and I grimace. “Oh. Is that why you followed me here?” I ask.

“Like I said, you intrigue me,” Draco says while I continue to stare at his friends. The redhead is still glaring at me with fierce eyes while the blond seated next to me smiles. “I can’t explain it.”

“Have you ordered breakfast?” Kaden asks, interrupting whatever else Draco was going to say.

“No,” I say truthfully. I haven’t placed my order. “Your brother…”

“He’s not my brother,” Kaden corrects me.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” I say apologetically.

“He’s my uncle,” he says, but I can tell that’s not entirely true, or maybe he sees Draco as an uncle.

I pinch my brows in confusion. Kaden looks a tad bit younger than Draco, and Draco doesn’t look like he could be an uncle. I put him around a year or two older, tops. Maybe Draco has an older brother.

“You have a sister or brother,” I ask Draco.

“I have a brother,” he divulges.

“Oh, that explains it. Is he here?” I ask, looking over at the three guys, all wearing black sunglasses.

“No,” Draco quips, scrolling through the menu on the tablet. “Coffee?” he asks.

“Yes, and a muffin,” I reply.

Draco makes the selection.

“That’s it?” Kaden says incredulously, like I’m starving myself. “Is that all you eat?”

“I’m saving to get a car and my own place,” I say honestly.

“Right, that makes sense,” Kaden says, “The motel.”

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