Page 135 of Wicked Games

After about an hourof cuddling and giving him a chance to recenter himself, I take Felix to see the doctor on staff and get someone to clean up the mess in my bathroom.

Xave and his mom have already gone home by the time Felix is bandaged up and feeling good enough to get something to eat, but we find the twins at the kitchen table with platters of food spread out around them.

They’ve showered and changed, and Jace has his hurt arm in a sling, but they otherwise look fine.

“Got enough for two more?” I ask as we come up to the table. There’s a ton of food out, but the twins can eat, and they’re not great at sharing when it’s not with each other.

I’ve been stabbed by more than one fork trying to steal the last of something without claiming it first.

Jax shoves a bite of what looks like a slider into his mouth and waves at the empty chairs across from them.

“How’s your arm?” Felix asks as we sit.

“All good,” Jace assures him. “Like I thought, it’s just a deep graze. I’ll probably have a scar, but it’s not on any of my ink, so I can’t complain.”

“Are you sure?” Felix presses.

“Positive.” Jace flashes him a grin that’s full of his trademark smolder. “And it’s not my dominant arm, so I can still take care of all theimportantstuff.” He waggles his eyebrows suggestively. “Plus, I’m a big fan of pain, so like I said, no complaints here.”

“All right there, Romeo, turn down the charm,” I say, not bothering to hide the jealousy in my voice.

I might like that Felix gets along with my family, but that doesn’t mean I won’t break Jace’s unhurt arm if he gets too friendly with him.

Jace grins. “Awww, you don’t want me flirting with your man? Your fault for falling for someone who’s so pretty.”

Felix’s cheeks go pink, then bright red when Jace winks at him.

I know he’s just fucking around, but I will knock him the fuck out if he doesn’t stop.

“What happened to your hand?” Jax asks, changing the subject and stopping his brother from pushing my buttons just because he can.

Felix looks at the bandages covering most of his hand and palm. “Had a moment in the bathroom.”

“A moment?” Jace asks.

“Yeah, one where I punched the mirror and almost stabbed myself with a shard of it.” He gives them a wry grin and gently flexes his fingers.

Both twins stare at him for a few beats, then slide their gazes to me, silently asking if he’s joking about it because he’s okay, or if this is still a serious situation.

I nod to let them know he’s mostly okay.

“Sounds like a dumb thing to do,” Jax says.

“Yeah, especially since you’re one of us now. We have a group rule about offing ourselves,” Jace adds.

“You do?” Felix looks between us.

I nod at the same time the twins say, “Yup.”

“That’s…morbid.”

“It is, but it’s also practical,” Jace explains and shoves some fries into his mouth. “If one of us ends up dead and it looks like we did it ourselves, then the rest will know it’s bullshit, and we need to figure out who the fuck did it.”

“Should I ask about the other group rules?” Felix glances at me.

“It’s probably best if we save those for another time,” I tell him.

“I’ll take your word for it.” He presses his leg against mine under the table, and I have to stop myself from grinning at him like a moron. “Have you seen my mom?” he asks the twins.

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