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My door slams against the wall in my room, and I jump up from my bed, my gun cocked and pointed on Delila. “Jesus, Kill.”
“Sorry.” I lower it, tucking it inside the waistband of my briefs and ru
“I need you all out front now so I can brief everyone on what is happening from here. And Killian?” She glares, gesturing to my body. “Come dressed this time, please.”
I drop back onto my bed, my hands on my face.
A slender arm snakes around my waist. “Mmm, come back to bed.”
I push her away. “Get out.”
Callan flinches away from me. “Wow, Kill. No problem.” She picks up her clothes off the floor and I don’t know she’s gone until my door slams shut.
“You know…” Maya murmurs from the other side of the bed, shuffling up onto her elbows. I turn over my shoulder to face her. “You don’t have to be that awful to her.”
“Yeah.” I glare at Maya. “I do.”
She reaches to the bedside table and grabs one of my smokes, resting it between her lips.
“What time is it?” Val mutters, rubbing the sleep from her eyes on the other side of Maya.
“Early, but Delila has called a meeting. She’s going to brief us on what’s happening today.” I stand, reaching for my jeans. I slide them on, leaving the button undone. I point to the door. “Both of you, get out.”
They look up at me with puppy eyes. I cringe, my jaw tensing. “Now.”
Val grumbles in obvious amusement as she slowly crawls out of my bed, but Maya remains, smoking her cigarette. I get it. Maya has always thought that she was on a pedestal with me. Mainly because I put her there, but the way she acted last night pissed me off, and then bringing the party to my bed irked me even more.
“Get out, May.”
She flinches. “What?”
I roll my eyes, snatching my phone from the bedside table, before making my way downstairs. I’m ru
“You know, I watched them all slowly climb out from your room this morning, and they reminded me of stray cats.”
Biting a cigarette between my teeth, I snatch my Ray-Bans off the table. “What? Don’t act like you’re surprised.” A smirk is on my mouth before I can fight it.
King pushes the door open and we slowly make our way to the tent. “Nah, not at all, but I was waiting for Sass to come down.”
I freeze, my fingers flexing around my cigarette. I drag it out slowly, puffing out a cloud of smoke.
“What?” I know he’s tormenting me. “She didn’t come? Don’t tell me… she’s not like the rest of the easy girls who go to bed with you no matter who is already there? I’m shocked. Really. A girl who looks like that but has morals?” he mocks, pressing a hand to his chest.
“Shut up, motherfucker.”
King lets out a loud laugh just as we enter the tent. Everyone is already here, waiting. Delila stands in the center of the ring, glaring at me.
“Well, nice of you to finally join us, Trickster. Tell me, are any of the other three girls I saw in your bed this morning joining us? Including my daughter?”
My jaw clenches. Bitch. Turning toward the movement I catch in the corner of my eye, I find Saskia sitting beside Kenan and Perse, her knees drawn up to her chest. Slowly she looks up at me, her eyes rimmed red and face clear of makeup. Fuck. How can she look even more beautiful without makeup on?
I wince again when I notice she looks upset.
Flipping Delila off, I bring my attention back to her. I have to force myself to not whip out a smart-ass reply. Usually I would. But something deep inside of me doesn’t want to.
Fuck knows why.
I drop down on a chair in the front row for the direct purpose that it’s directly opposite Sass.
“So,” Delila says. “I’m not waiting on anyone else. The plan for this morning is that we will be taking the 747 and flying straight to Kiznitch. The cruise ship will be traveling back to the US to ensure that our equipment is there by the time, or around the time, that we fly back.”
“Wait!” Lain, one of the Seven Angels raises her fingers. “Are we not doing the international tour?”
Delila shakes her head. “No. I will be honest with you all and say that my pla
“As in Romania? As in our motherland?” Lain further asks. My brain tunes out shit that I already know. Without even realizing it, I find Saskia. My stomach clenches when I find her already staring, her snowstorm eyes disarming me. Her skin is flawless, her cheeks pinched red. Her lips are soft and swollen, but not in a way that makes you think she’s filled them with synthetic bullshit, but more in a way that makes you realize she’s just some crazy perfected witch created from the wicked. If Saskia was the spawn of Satan, she was obviously his favorite.
I stay focused on her, kicking my leg out and slowly raising my cigarette to my mouth. She quickly turns away from me, whispering something to Kenan. Kenan leans forward slightly, glaring at me, before leaning back in his chair. Sass stands at that moment, ambling out of the tent. Delila doesn’t flinch as she continues to yap on about whatever the fuck it is we’re doing, but I’ve long since drowned her out.
Kenan’s eyes come to mine.
I mouth, “What?”
He flips me off before going back to Delila. Smart ass motherfucker. I should beat his ass. But I won’t. Instead, I stand from my chair. This time Delila does stop talking.
“Killian, I swear to all things that are holy, if you don’t sit the fuck down.”
“Well good thing nothing near us is holy, Delila. King will fill me in.”
I jog out of the tent in search of Sass. Workers are shuffling around outside, packing up loose items and folding them away. Their RV comes into view and before I can stop myself, I’m heading straight for it.