Page 78 of Let Us Prey

BabyGirl: Thank you. *heart emojis*

My eyes widen and I click the screen off, stalking over to my mini-ambush. I clear my throat and they stop wrestling with one another, looking at me expectantly. “What the hell do you think she sent the winged assholes?”

Fitz gives me a broad, wicked grin. “I don’t know, but I’m dying to see what sexy fuckery she sent Old Pepper Pecker. He’ll lose his mind no matter what because he was pissed as hell that we had to go and more so about the costumes.”

I grin to myself.Maybe a trip to the Tower is in order.

“Knock, knock, stone cock!”Fitz calls as we trudge up the backstairs to the top floor.

He’s so hyper, even Chess is having trouble dealing with him. The poor cheetah is trudging up behind my twin as he bounces like a sugared up human toddler. I don’t know how we’re going to keep him in check until this damn party tonight. I may have to fucking slip him some of that catnip pred-stasy shit, so he chills the fuck out.

Aubrey ambles into the main living area with a book in his hand. The look he gives me is accusatory, and I shrug sheepishly.

I’m aware bringing cracked out Fitz here is a dick move.

“We received a special delivery this morning and even though it wasn’t the package I prefer in the morning, it was divine!”

“Zeus’s beard, Fitz!” Chess mutters. He looks over at Renard as he comes in off of his brooding perch and shrugs. “He’s out of control. Dolly sent our costumes, and he’s barely able to contain himself.”

The gargoyle arches a brow, his expression smug as he replies. “Perhaps you should send him downstairs? If she did this, she should be the one to deal with the fallout.”

“Actions have consequences,” the dragon rumbles with a matching look of glee.

I don’t disagree, but Fitz’s ADHD isn’t the princess’ fault.

“She’s probably getting ready with her friends. We should let her have that time,” Chess says as he pushes his glasses up. “Those two seem to make her feel accepted and normal. I think she needs that.”

“She’s gonna be maaaaad all you fuck knuckles are talking about her like she’s not an adult capable of making her own decisions,” Fitz interjects. “My baby girl has enough people trying to control her.”

My snort hurts; that’s how hard it is. “Fitz, you track her likeyou’re hunting her—on the app, in person, in her room—how are you any better?”

Crossing his arms over his chest, he gives us a very knowing look. “She knows I’m trailing her. If she told me to fuck off, she knows I’d try. And I let her make every decision I can without acting like she’s a kid because she’s younger than us. Stop trying to be her daddies and be her Daddy, dumbass.”

His words hit me like a giant whale dick slapping me in the face. I’ve never known Fitzgerald Khan to drop wisdom like that, but I’ll be damned if he’s not right. We’re acting like overprotective parents, not… whatever we should act like. Despite his psychotic tendencies, Fitz has given her the most freedom possible, even though it has to be killing him.

I’m not touching the ‘Daddy’ thing with a ten-foot pole—because it made my dick feel like it grew that fucking big.

Adjusting myself as discreetly as I can, I scratch my chin and nod at my brother. “He’s right. Even if she gains a little experience and wants to try out advanced kinky shit with those two, we can’t boss her around when we’re not in class. That girl has a brat streak a mile wide, and she’ll do stupid shit just to teach us a lesson.”

“Oh, for shit’s sake, Felix!” We all turn our heads to look at Chess. He’s rolling his eyes hard enough to pop them out of the sockets. “Let’s all take a moment to admit, even silently, that I’m right. We’re all interested in her, whether or not it’s smart, and we can quit dancing around semantics.”

“He’s not wrong,” Renard says with a smirk as he lounges on his throne. “You are constantly correcting yourself, Raj. You can’t win the prize if you’re not on the board.”

This isn’t the time to argue about this crap.

Luckily for me, my twin jumps in as if he just found the thread again. “Aren’t you asshats going to show us your costumes?”

Saved by his inability to focus yet again.

“No!” Aubrey snarls, as he crosses his arms over his chest like a child.

I’m surprised when the lazing gargoyle leaps to his feet, grinning a little as he walks over to retrieve two boxes from behind their chairs. His eyes are dancing with merriment, and I assume he must like what the snarky rabbit sent. He drops them, bending to pull out a sexy version of a Batsuit.

I’ll be damned.

Fitz howls with laughter and even Chess is snickering as he looks at the short skirt and heeled boots. “Oh, baby girl, I’m giving you the best orgasm ever for this. I can’t wait to see what the hot tamale is going to be.”

The dragon hunches further into his seat, his iridescent eyes glittering with promised vengeance. Renard winks at him before he pulls out a wildly colored rave girl outfit complete with short tutu, a unicorn horn that lights up, furry boot covers, fishnets, gloves and a bikini top. It looks like the 80s threw up over the clothes and it only takes a moment before we’re all howling again.

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