Page 121 of Wicked Games

I shoot Killian an apologetic look, but he just pats the cushion of the settee next to him.

“The thing with Natalie was going on for almost six weeks,” Jax says as I sit next to Killian.

He puts the thermos, bottle, and one of the muffins in front of me, his attention on the twins. “Six weeks?”

Jace nods.

“And we found this over his door.” Jax holds up a tiny camera that’s no bigger than a pencil eraser. “Like he said last night, hewas using it to keep track of when you were home so he could sneak Goldfucker Barbie in and out of his room.”

Killian’s expression is stony, but he’s not nearly as pissed off as I would have expected after hearing that.

One thing about Killian is that he can quite literally flip his feelings for someone off and never look back. When he’s done with someone, he’sdonewith them. They couldn’t be more dead to him if they actually died, and his lack of an emotional response shows just how over Natalie he is.

Still feeling like I’m about to get yelled at, I carefully unscrew the top of the thermos and peer inside. It’s filled with bone broth, and the savory scent helps settle more of my nerves as I take a sip.

Again I have to remind myself to not read into the gesture. Them bringing me this is the same thing as them bringing Killian a coffee. It means nothing beyond them being observant as fuck and knowing my preferences.

“That’s how he was able to recognize Felix at the party. He saw him come out of your room and what mask he was wearing.” Jax puts the camera on the table.

“I was wondering about that,” I say and drink down some of the warm broth. “How he was able to pick me out like that when I never took my mask off or anything.”

“We also learned that he had his phone on him, and that’s how he knew about you leaving the room. So that’s another rule he broke. And he took a video of you,” Jace says, giving me a pointed look as he reaches into his pocket and pulls out a butterfly knife.

The casual way he snaps it open and flips it around his fingers is as impressive as it is scary, and I can’t help wondering how many times he cut himself while he was learning how to do it.

“What?” Killian asks flatly. “A video?”

“Yup,” Jax says. “He took it as proof so he could show his side bitch. He thought it would be a good idea to fuck him up so he could go brag to her about how he’s a big baddie and can protect her or whatever the fuck he was babbling about when we questioned him.”

“What was the video?” I ask.

“It wasn’t bad,” Jax assures me. “It was just you sitting against the wall while they were kicking in.”

“We deleted it before anyone else saw it,” Jace adds. “Dumbass hid his phone after he left you alone in there, but we got him to tell us exactly where it was and took care of it.”

“Thanks,” I say with a small smile.

“Did you learn anything else?” Killian tips his head back and drinks down the rest of his coffee.

I watch his Adam’s apple bob and his throat muscles work as he swallows.

A memory of Killian sucking me off and swallowing my load this morning hits out of nowhere, and my body tightens uncomfortably as my dick goes half-hard.

Being as subtle as possible, I squeeze my thighs together and try to will my dick to deflate before anyone notices that I’m getting hard just from watching Killian drink his coffee.

“Nothing helpful,” Jax says.

“And it looks like the whole dosing Felix thing really was his intrusive thoughts winning,” Jace adds. “He had the mix in his pocket for later, saw Felix, and carped the diem, as one does when they’re a giant pussy whipped manbaby with fewer IQ points than the dump I took this morning.”

I snicker into my thermos.

Jace shoots me a quick grin.

“Did you tell him about the recordings we have?” Killian asked.

They both shake their heads.

“Recordings?” I ask, looking between them.

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