Page 188 of Savage Reign

He moved over to Silas, who was trying to back away from him, laughing a little.

Maverick looked at me. “What’s going on?”

“I’ll tell you what the fuck is going on,” Killian said. “Silas drugged me.”

Rachel pushed off from the counter. “I think I’m going to take Mirabelle to the other room.”

We all waited until Rachel and Mirabelle left before Killian turned back to Silas. “Why?” he gritted out.

Silas laughed. “Sweet revenge, brother.”

“Revenge? I’ve never fucking drugged you!”

Oh. I knew exactly where this was going. I rushed over to Maverick, who pulled me into his arms without hesitation. He looked at me questioningly. I smiled at him, though I knew it was off. And he knew it too.

It didn’t take him long to piece it together.

“Not me,” Silas said.

Killian turned to me. At this point, I was safely tucked under Maverick’s arms.

Killian didn’t say anything for a moment. Then, as he took stock of his body and just now realized something was off, he pulled his shirt off. I let my greedy eyes take in his hard, muscular chest and all the tattoos adorning his skin. The watercolor tree on his lower left rib stood out, then the Celticcross on his other rib, and finally to the newest one, which was currently bandaged.

He narrowed his eyes at me as he carefully pulled the bandage off. I blushed. It had felt like a good idea back in the room, but now that we were all in the kitchen and looking at his newest ink—the realistic tattoo of my face on his chest, right where his heart was—it almost felt… conceited.

Killian carefully traced his fingers over my face tattoo, not saying anything.

No one in the kitchen said a word. I shifted a little on my feet. “Do you like it?” I asked softly.

Next to Killian, Silas glared at him as if daring Killian to say anything that might hurt me, but I didn’t want him lying to me to spare my feelings.

“Do I like it?” Killian asked.

I nodded.

“It’s a tattoo of your face over my heart.”

“So that everyone knows who you belong to,” I said. I was getting just as bad as them. Becoming more and more possessive of my men with each day that passed.

Killian nodded. “Yes, I do belong to you. And I love this tattoo, firecracker.”

I smiled. “Really?”

He nodded, opening his arms for me. I rushed forward, careful not to touch his chest. He tightened his arms around me.

“It’s beautiful. Just like the woman who inspired it,” Killian said, and I felt tears in my eyes.

“I’m glad you like it. Frederick did a great job. And especially when he was on a time limit. Did you know he did it freehand?”

“Frederick?” Killian said darkly.

My eyes widened. “You can’t kill him.”

“I can’t, huh?”

I shook my head. “No. And besides, he’s already on his way to Ireland. To visit his mom.”

“And he has to come back to Chicago sometime.”

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