Page 63 of Owned

Answers.

Revenge.

And if I played things right, I could use this whole mess to my advantage.

Titus was waiting for me when I arrived at Withermarsh.

He leaned against the side of the garage with arms crossed over his chest. His eyes narrowed as I pulled my motorcycle into the courtyard and cut the engine.

“What do you have?” he demanded as I pulled off my helmet and balanced it on the seat of my bike.

“Nothing,” I replied and relished the way his brows shot up in surprise.

He pushed away from the wall and took a few steps toward me. “You’re serious?”

I shrugged. “Can’t win ‘em all.”

“You’re lying,” he snarled.

I ran a hand through my hair and straightened my shoulders as he approached. “What if I am?”

“I need to know what you did tonight.”

“Why? Going to run to daddy and tell him all about our adventures in the city?” I taunted him.

“If you found anything, I’m the one who’ll be making that report.” His voice was a growl, and I gave him a grin that made his eyes narrow more.

“Who said there was anything to report?”

His hand shot out and grabbed my shoulder and he pulled me closer, but I could see the hesitation behind his anger. Justenough hesitation to make me sure he didn’t know what Lucian actually wanted.

My older brother was off balance, and he didn’t like it.

“Get your hands off me,” I warned him, and he released his grip with a sneer.

“So you came back here with nothing?” He studied me with suspicion.

I returned his scrutiny with a cool appraisal. “Not necessarily.”

“Then what—”

“Let’s just leave it at this,” I said. “Lucian’s paranoia isn’t as… misplaced as we thought it was.”

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”

I shrugged. “I said what I said.”

“You little shit.” He spun away, scowling. “I’m not waiting for you to run your games, Bastian. If you know something, tell me now.”

“Or what?” I called after him, laughing at the tension in his stride as he stormed toward the house.

Titus always had an issue with patience.

I watched him go and enjoyed my minor victory.

It was rare that I got under his skin like this—it was almost worth whatever consequences would come when I could finally extract the information from that asshole.

Lucian’s fury would be righteous, and his justice would be swift.

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