Page 107 of Wicked Games

He’s so close his arm brushes mine. I press against him, and a burst of electricity explodes on my skin and seems to reverberate through my entire body in a wave pattern that’s as disorienting as it is weird.

Everything feels off, like I somehow fell out of sync with the rest of the world. There’s a slight delay between reality and my ability to process what’s happening around me, but it’s hard to care about that when everything feels so damn good.

“Is William the guy who’s trying to kill me?” I blink a few times as that thought sort of bounces around in my head for a few seconds.

“You want my honest answer?”

“Like you ever give another kind.” I snicker. “Hit me with the facts, bro.”

“I don’t think he is. I didn’t tell you this, but I saw William come out of his room when you were in the hall the night you were attacked in the pool. He snapped a pic and kept going. Literally stepped over you while you were on the floor and didn’t look back.”

“Yeah, that’s not the reaction of someone who just saw that the guy they tried to murder is still breathing.” I heave a disgruntled sigh. “And now I have to worry about yet another unflattering pic of me making the rounds.” I make a face. “Awesome.”

“No one saw it.”

“How do you know that?” I ask, barely suppressing a smile.

Nothing is funny, but I feel good. Like all my troubles have disappeared, and the only thing left is bliss and good feels.

“The twins took care of it.”

“What do you mean?” I rub my hand against my stomach. The scrape of the thin cotton against my skin sends little zings of pleasure and something equally as nice through every part of me.

“They made him delete it, and Jace made sure it was wiped off his phone. They also had a little chat with him about what happens when you fuck with us, but he obviously didn’t take their warnings seriously.”

I huff out a laugh. “Moron. Like, you have to be a special type of stupid to not listen when not just one, but two guys like the twins threaten you. They’re scarier than you, no offense.”

Killian smirks. “None taken.”

I pause as his words fully register. “But why would they do that?”

He shoots me a questioning look. “What do you mean, why did they do that?”

“Why did they bother to delete the photo?” I clarify.

“Because he fucked with you, and that’s what we do when someone fucks with what’s ours.”

I swallow and drop my eyes to my lap as I’m hit with a wave of emotions, and not all of them happy. “I’ve never had anyone look out for me before. It’s weird, but I kinda really like it.”

“Well, get used to it. You’re family, and we always take care of family.”

I shoot him a quick smile. I know he just means that I’m family by marriage, but it means a lot that they’re so willing to step up and protect me, especially since he doesn’t even like me.

“How do you feel?” he says. “Did I hurt you?”

I shake my head and try not to grin like a dumbass as the memories of him fucking me in the study room play in my mind’s eye. “No, you didn’t. And I’m fine. Well, mostly fine. I feel weird, not gonna lie.” Weird is an understatement, but I can’t think of a better way to describe it since my brain doesn’t want to think about anything other than how good everything feels.

“Have you ever done molly?”

“No.” I slide my gaze to his. “Never took dick pills either.”

A weird wave of dizziness hits, but instead of the world around me spinning, it feels like I’m spinning, even though I’m sitting still.

“Am I about to croak?” I ask. “Because I’m way too high to think about dying right now. I’d rather enjoy my last few minutes on Earth, thank you very much.”

“You’ll be fine.” He scrubs his hand through his hair. It’s messy and a bit wild, and I have to stop myself from reaching out and running my fingers through it because I know it’s as soft and silky as it looks. “Molly and dick pills aren’t a lethal combo.”

“That’s reassuring.” I tug at the collar of my shirt. My chest feels hot, and little prickles of heat break out on my skin. “The molly is awesome,” I tell him. “Everything feels fantastic right now.” More of those heat prickles break out on my skin, andit feels less nice now and more like I’m being stabbed with a thousand tiny needles.

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