Page 56 of Savage Scream

Wearing a faint smirk, Jared leans in and whispers in my ear. “Why aren’t you eating?”

I shrug, drawing my gaze to my very full plate, and he chuckles quietly.

“Here, let me help.” He offers, and I frown, wondering what the hell he’s talking about.

Leaning closer, he picks up my fork with his free hand, scoops up some mashed potato, and lifts it to my lips.

My eyes widen, locking with his again, and the chatter down this end of the table falls quiet. My cheeks burn red, knowing eyes are on us, but I keep my gaze trained on Jared’s, parting my lips and accepting the food.

“Look, Cherry. He likes to feed his girl, too.”

My eyes dart up to Simon and Rhys sitting across from us as they watch on, both smiling even as Simon feeds Rhys food. I’ve noticed that he does that a lot, and the other guys seem ok with it.

I’m not sure why he calls her Cherry. I don’t even know if I want to know why he calls her that, to be honest, because when it comes to Rhys, everything is about sex.

Not liking the attention on me, I take the fork from Jared’s grip and place it back on the table. A low growl rumbles in Jared’s chest, and his eyes turn to slits.

“Dee, if you don’t eat, then I’ll feed you,” he threatens quietly. “You decide.”

I shoot him a glare, which just makes him smirk in that sexy way that has my heart fluttering.

Pretending like his words haven’t affected me, I roll my eyes, and he mouths the word, ‘eat.’

So I do. A little. I play with the peas on my plate more than anything.

The chatter around the table picks up again, so Jared takes advantage of that, leaning back in to whisper against my ear.

“Stop freaking out. Your secret is safe with me.”

I dart a glare at him. Does he really think that’s my problem? That he will tell someone.

Why the fuck isn’t he freaking out about this?

Gripping the side of his shirt, I draw him closer and press my lips to his ear, and slowly draw out my words in a hushed whisper.

“I’m a killer, Jared. A murderer. Why aren’t you disgusted by that?”

Jared pulls back and his brows shoot up. “Why would I be?”

My mouth drops open at his words because he fucking should be.

That’s when I notice things have fallen quiet again down this end of the table, and I glance around to see Rhys grinning at me while her fellas just stare.

I shoot her a frown and her grin spreads wider as she leans closer across the table.

“You spoke to Jared.” She nods quietly. “I mean, I didn’t hear it, but you whispered something to him. With. Your. Voice.”

Shit.

SHIT!

I shake my head, and she sits back in her seat, crossing her arms over her chest, wearing a smug as fuck grin. “Yeah, you did. I saw.”

“You’re imagining things, George.” Jared jumps in to try and save me, making me want to slap my lips on his in thanks, but I don’t take my eyes off Rhys.

“It’s sweet that you’re trying to cover for her.” Rhys giggles, and Simon nods next to her. Shit, did they all see? “What did she whisper?” Rhys asks, directing her question to Jared.

“She said her foster sister is delusional,” Jared mocks and his mates chuckle. I’m expecting her to get shitty about them laughing, but she doesn’t.

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