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I consider myself a reasonable person. I can look at both sides of any argument and decipher it to make sense to me, but Killian is something I can’t make sense of. You put his broken parts in my hands and all I’ll probably do is try to fix them, and Killian isn’t someone you can fix.
“You’ve got everything?” Kenan asks, pushing his aviator glasses down over his eyes. “Why the sad face?”
I grasp onto the handle of my suitcase and start heading to the front door. “I’m not sad.”
“You better not be. You had Killian Cornelii under you last night.”
Blowing on my to-go coffee, I ignore his jab as Val pulls down my driveway in a hot pink golf cart.
I pause. “What the?”
V laughs, bringing it to a stop outside the steps. “What? You’ve never seen a golf cart before? Come on. It’s easier to navigate around here with it.”
Chuckling, I jump up beside her as Kenan hops on the back, holding both of our suitcases. “Lucky all the rest of our luggage is already there. Don’t think we’d all fit otherwise.”
“Oh it has a trailer,” Val answers smoothly, putting the cart into first gear and jolting us forward toward Delila’s house. “How was your night with Trickster?”
“They fucked a lot and then he left her!” Kenan hollers from the back, just as we hit a speed bump.
“Can you not?” I glare at Kenan.
Kenan shrugs, blowing me a kiss.
“I’m glad the walls are soundproof, though I could have slept through a damn tornado last night.”
“Well, yeah, it was good. I don’t know, Val. I don’t know about him.”
“What about him?” she asks, looking at me over her arm every now and then. I’ve yet to ask her if she knew who I was after being told my last name was Dragavei, but I don’t know if I’m allowed to yet. Her long blonde hair is moving with the wind, her gold skin hitting the sun perfectly, as if they were meant to be a match. Her and the damn sun. I hope Val finds love one day, even if it’s not with Maya. I’m not sure Maya deserves her anyway.
“He’s complicated. There’s so much to Killian that I don’t think I’d ever come close to touching the surface.”
She pauses. “Do you want to go below the surface?”
It was a double-edged question. If I answer yes, that means that I want more. To know him more—which I do—but I’m not sure whether I want anyone else to know that yet. And if I answer no, Val will know I’m lying and then it’ll just bring me back to scenario one.
“I do,” I answer truthfully. “But not in that way. I want to know him because I feel co
“Before you go any further with this,” Val adds, just as Delila’s house comes into view at the end of the road. “You need to know that Killian isn’t a man you should have feelings for. Not deep feelings. I’ve known him all of my life, Sass.” She pulls up to stop around a stone display fountain outside of the house. “And he isn’t someone that you can rely on to have feelings for.”
“Thanks.” I smile at her, because she’s only being my friend. Someone who I need on my side and who will tell me point blank if I’m not seeing something that is right in front of me. “I know, and that’s not what I meant when I said that I want to know him. I just mean—”
“—You want to know what’s beneath the surface.” Kenan rolls his eyes. “Seriously, do all girls talk like this during their girl time? You literally did a full circle.”
I ignore my a
“Sass.” Val touches my arm, dragging her sunglasses over her head. “Just please remember what I said.”
We make our way through Delila’s house until we come out the other side through the sliding doors. Her home reminds me of the old Victorian mansions. You know the ones that have manicured hedges and statues in the backyard. The large patio stretches out onto the lawn, where a human-sized chessboard sits in the middle.
“Oh good! You’re here!” Delila claps her hands. “The vehicles will be here any second.”
I lean against one of the walls as Val and Kenan argue about a new song Halsey just released. I had already heard it and loved it, but the song reminded me of the flight back to the US from Kiznitch.
Arms wrapped around me from behind, and I didn’t have to turn to know who it was. Smirking, I sink into his chest, turning around in his embrace. “Hey.”
He kisses me against my lips. “You wa
My eyebrows shoot up in surprise. “What, as in your RV?”
“Nah, as in on my dick.”
I shove him and he laughs, his white teeth a complete contrast to his ta
“I know you’re not.”
He pulls back slightly as Delila starts talking in the background. Spi
Killian’s mouth comes down to the back of my ear. “Are you going to make me wait for your answer?”
I shake my head. “I don’t know.”
He exhales. “Perse doesn’t want you near Callan until she figures out her next move, Callan is on the side that we don’t really trust right now.”
Makes sense now. It’s not that he wants me in his bus, it’s that Perse doesn’t want Callan in mine.
“What do you mean you guys don’t trust Callan?” I whisper, needing more of an answer.
“Don’t know yet. There’s just some shit that has been happening, and we need to find out where it’s coming from. In the meantime, you’re riding with me.”
Just as I ponder over what he’s offering, Delila yaps about our schedule, which starts in San Antonio.
“Saskia, it’s a seven to eight-hour drive. It won’t kill you.”
I sigh, biting the inside of my cheek. “Fine.”
He sucks on my neck, enough to leave a bruise. “Good girl.”
“Did you just give me a fucking hickey?” I reach for his dick and squeeze it in the palm of my hand, keeping a smile on my face. Anyone in front of us can’t see because I’m blocking the view.
“Babe,” Killian coughs, pushing my hand away.
I release him with a smirk. He grabs me roughly, squeezing me into his chest. “You’ll regret that,” he whispers into my ear, biting down on my lobe.
“God, can you both not?” Val jokes, shoving me backward and farther into Killian. He feels good behind me. Even if he did just literally mark me. Twice. But, I feel safe. Protected. For the seconds that I’m in his arms, the minutes don’t matter.
“If we can all move to the front of the house so we can ensure this goes smoothly.”
We do. The whole time Killian refuses to let me go. It’s confusing for the most part, but I go with it. I’ve not seen Callan since we’ve been here.
“Why are you stealing my best friend?” Kenan scolds Killian just as I’m about to step inside The Brothers’ infamous RV.
“Ken,” I hush sadly.
“Listen, if that bitch murders me, it’s your guys’ fault,” Kenan declares.
Killian groans.
I look up at Killian.
“Nope. No, fuck you.” He shoves past me and heads into the RV.