Page 96 of Wicked Games

“What?” I ask as the three of us all look at Felix.

He’s staring at his hand, enthralled, as he moves it back and forth in front of his face.

“That’s molly,” Jace says. “I’d know that high anywhere. I just can’t tell what else he was given.”

I nod in agreement. “Yeah, that’s what it looks like to me too.”

“You stay with him while we go find William.” Jax lets go of my arm.

“And don’t worry, we won’t have any fun without you.” Jace smirks and scoops his mask off the floor.

“Not too much, at least,” Jax adds.

“Hey, kid?” Jace says to Felix as he slips his mask back on. “Tell your big bro how you got out of your room.”

“I picked the lock.” He beams a big smile at me.

“You picked the lock?” I repeat stupidly.

“Since when can you pick locks?” Jax asks.

“Since boarding school,” he says proudly and rubs his palms against the front of his shirt.

“Did you teach yourself how to do that?” Jax asks and slips his mask back on.

“Yup.” Felix grins. “It’s not hard.”

“Well, fuck me sideways.” Jace turns his attention back to me. “Who woulda thought we have a criminal mastermind among us?”

Felix dissolves into giggles and slaps one hand over his mouth, but his laughter turns into a low, guttural moan as he rubs his hand over his cheek and down his throat.

“You good?” Jax asks me.

I nod.

“We won’t be long,” Jace promises.

“We’ll get the answers we need,” Jax adds.

I nod again, and the two of them head toward the door.

I glance at Felix, and he smiles at me. Something in my gut clenches. It’s not his usual closed-off and forced smile. This one is big and wide and so damn happy it lights up his face.

He’s still smiling as I kneel in front of him.

“Where did they go?” he asks.

“To deal with William.”

“Are they going to kill him?”

“Not yet.”

He lets his head fall back against the wall with a hollowthudas the smile falls from his face. “You’re mad at me.”

“Why did you leave the room?” I ask and sweep my eyes up and down his body.

The marks I gave him earlier are dark in the dim light, and a sour feeling settles in my stomach. What happened before William drugged him? Was he with someone? Did they see my marks and just not care that they were touching someone who belongs to me?

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