Page 9 of The Mourning Throne
Slamming the suitcase shut, Morgan’s glare found Lex.
“Pack.”
“Well,excuse mefor being curious! I didn’t know any of this!” Lex grabbed his bag and flung it toward the bed. It missed, hitting the frame before sliding down the side. “Do you know how long I’ve been wondering what the hell’s going on with you two?”
“Aren’t you still talking to Wendy?”
“No.No. Donotturn this around on me, Morgan. I broke up with her months ago. We talk at work. Becausewework together.”
“What matters,” Kate said, standing and smoothing her skirt, “is that I’m going to talk to my family while you’re both away. I think it’s the only option I’m left with.”
Lex balled up whatever his hand landed on—a jacket, a top, something hanging—and tossed it near the bag without looking. He didn’t give half a shit aboutpackingright now.
“And what are the chances that goes well? Zero?”
“They won’t be happy, but they’ll understand. Romances end all the time.” She stopped at the door and took a breath. Calm and collected again. “Don’t let dinner get cold.”
Lex didn’t watch her go, but he heard every step. A warning still hanging in the air, waiting to blow up in his face
The old, wooden steps sounded more like a gunshot than a creak.
Lex exhaled and his gaze flicked up to Morgan.
“You could’ve told me.Earlier.”
“I didn’t find it relevant. It has nothing to do with us.”
Except, it did.
It hadeverythingto do with them.
Chapter 2
Lex should’ve felt triumphant.
Morgan and Kate were never a thing. She was never a threat. That wholesome, sweet, fantasy he could never compete with? Officially dead. He should’ve felt smug, cocky, victorious.
But did he?
That was the question. One he still didn’t know the answer to.
Everything felt… messy. Unfinished. That pissed him off.
Because Morgan wasn’t acting likethey’dwon anything. Wasn’t acting like any of this was a big deal forthe two of them. Wasn’t even looking at him. Just… packing.
Like he hadn’t casually fucking admitted he was on retainer with a crime family. Faking a relationship because some mafia-mommy asked nicely.
Killing people was one thing, but this brought it to a whole new level.
Where was the excitement?
Where was the goddamnjoy?
Why wasn’t Morgan grabbing him and saying, “It’s just you and me against the world now, baby.”
But like—
Less cringe. More Morgan.
