Page 107 of Vicious Saint
“Obviously,” I drawl, slamming the door shut.
Bex looks around. “Holy crap, the tidiness is not at all what I was expecting.”
“Have you not seen his previous room?” Archer retorts with expert sarcasm.
“Or watched American Psycho?” I try my hand at it too.
Bex shrugs. “Obviously, but I guess Crayton’s mess outweighed Saint’s organization.”
“But not his fucking crazy,” Archer shoots back, then his furious eyes land on me. “What the hell are you thinking, Hen? Have I taught you nothing?”
“Oh, you taught me plenty.”
“Really? So when I said ‘stay the hell away from Saint as much as you can’, you interpreted it as what? Get nice and cozy in the confines of his cage?”
With a disgruntled huff I stomp over to the bed and drop onto it. “I had no other choice, Arch. It was this or go to Washington…and it’s not like you or Bex have anywhere for me to crash.”
Archer’s parents are sweet, but I doubt they’ll be willing to let me live with them for two weeks.
As for Bex, well, she’s got her own trips to focus on.
“If I wasn’t gonna be with Crayton tomorrow, you know I would.” Bex frowns, proving my point. “But you could always stay with Mom and Roman.”
“And be stuck listening to your parents having sex?”
They both wince.
I hit the side of my head with my palm. “Exactly.”
“Then you should’ve gone to Washington,” Archer bites out, a little harder than what I’m used to.
“Or they could’ve just let me stay at a damn hotel.”
His voice softens, but there’s reservation behind it. “I’m sure they had their reasons not to, Hendrix.”
“The fuck you on, Arch? Why are you siding with them?”
“I’m not,” he argues, sitting next to me. “It’s just…this is way too dangerous. Saint doesn’t let anyone in his room unless they’re friends or fucking…and even that is limited.”
“I’ll be long gone before he gets back, Arch. From wherever the hell he is.”
Bex holds up a finger. “Levi told me Cyprus.”
Archer and I pin her with a silentseriously.
“What? It’s possible. These guys have houses everywhere.”
“It doesn’t matter,” Archer stresses to Bex, then to me, “This is still a bad idea.”
Bex follows right behind. “I don’t know, babe. I think Arch is right. Even though your mom refused…maybe you should go to a hotel.”
“No…she shouldnot.”
My brain. It hurts.
“Oh, please. June will get over it, Arch.”
Archer looks like he wants to argue, but for whatever reason, doesn’t.
