Treachery

I could feel the red staining my cheeks, my stomach rolling yet again with worry that he’d said something to Ta

Noticing my reaction, Gabriel arched a brow and sipped from the cup after realizing I wouldn’t accept it. His expression screwed tight, his head shaking as his mouth popped open following his struggle to swallow.

“Goddamn. Whoever made this drink is trying to kill people.”

“That’s why you don’t accept drinks from strangers,” I answered.

Two dimples indented his cheeks with his broad smile.

“I wouldn’t exactly consider myself a stranger.”

Green eyes shifting between the three of us, Gabriel said, “I came over here to extend a personal invitation to the three of you for next weekend. The gauntlet will be lit and I’ll take it as a personal insult if you don’t attend.”

Everly and Clayton were quick to agree, but I had my doubts. My thoughts must have been written clearly in my expression because Gabriel poked out his bottom lip and tilted his head.

“Come on, Luca Bailey. We’re friends now. Just tell me you’ll give me another chance.”

Shaking my head, I looked away, my eyes landing on Ta

The man was too gorgeous for words, his dark presence drawing me in while his shitty attitude made me want to run as fast as I could in the opposite direction.

The instant his gaze lifted to mine, I looked away, my cheeks blazing to have been caught staring.

“My issue isn’t with you.”

Following my previous line of sight, Gabriel laughed.

“If it’s Ta

His eyes met mine.

“Seriously, he’s a prick. Don’t let it get to you. Tell me you’ll be there next weekend.”

Everly knocked my elbow with hers and answered for me.

“She’ll be there. I’ll make sure of it.”

Accepting her response, Gabriel flashed us one last smile before turning to wander off. Everly called after him.

“What’s the theme?”

Theme? I glanced over at her with my brow arching in question.

Gabriel spun back to us and lifted his cup as if in toast.

“Why, my lovely lady, it’s Victorian, of course.”

The fuck?

Everly squealed and clapped her hands together. Wrapping her arm in mine, she pressed her mouth to my ear and said, “Trust me, Luca, you’re going to have so much fun.”

Despite her assurances, I had a sneaking suspicion time spent around the Inferno Boys would be anything but fun.