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“What was that?” Kyrin asks, as I’m making my way back to our RV. Of course the fucker came for the show, and that’s partly my fault. At first, Ky just wanted to fuck her. Bad. But now I think he’s actually intrigued by her because of the interest I’ve had in her.
“Nothing,” I mutter, just as King is stepping out of he and Perse’s bus.
He whistles out to us and waves us over, putting a smoke into his mouth. We make our way to him as he’s blowing out a cloud.
He hands it to me. “You need this?”
I watch him carefully as he throws a shirt over his head and I bring the tip of the smoke to my mouth. “You knew?” I ask, inhaling angrily. I let the harsh nicotine choke me to death before exhaling it out through a hiss.
“I did,” he says, rubbing the palms of his hands over his face. “Truthfully, I didn’t think you’d give that much of a fuck, but fuck, Kill, the whole fucking compound could hear the two of you arguing.”
I suck in another gulp of poison before blowing it back out. “That wasn’t arguing.”
King and Kyrin share a stare before they both look back to me.
“Are you forgetting the plan?” King murmurs. “Because if you’re not equipped to do it, I can send someone else in.”
I freeze, the cigarette just short of my lips. “You can’t actually, because Saskia isn’t someone who lets anyone in. She has walls so high that no motherfucker can climb.”
“You did.” King glares at me.
I grin. “I didn’t actually, I just tore the fuckers down.” There’s not one fucking person walking this earth that is as close to her as me—and that’s including Kenan.
King seems to ponder over my words before he snatches the smoke back from me. “Maybe, but that, brother, wasn’t supposed to happen.”
A smirk crawls onto my lips, my eyes hooded. “Or was it?”