There’s a pause. In the texts, and I wonder what they’re all thinking and who will break first.
Jaxson:Oh shit.
Cyrus:What did he do now?
Matteo:You’ll want to hear this in person.
Gideon:That’s ominous.
Tobias:Did he finally snap?
Alaric:I thought that happened years ago.
Matteo:30 minutes. Cyrus’s
Cyrus:Why is this at my house?
Matteo:Because Lorenzo won’t host.
Cyrus:I hate all of you.
I put my phone down and look up to see Matteo smiling.
“You find yourself really clever, don’t you?”
“I do.”
I stare at him.
He grins wider.
Thirty minutes later, we head into Cyrus’s estate and straight into the poker room.
While there’s no game tonight, everyone is hanging around the bar having a drink.
Jaxson is already halfway through a drink and Tobias looks annoyed that we summoned him.
Gideon leans against wall, while Trent sits calmly. He’s most likely afraid to piss off Matteo again. Alaric and Cyrus stand together in the center of the room, both with drinks in their hands.
“You have exactly one minute,” Cyrus says as we enter. “And if this about some investment—”
“It’s not,” Matteo cuts him off. Cyrus narrows his eyes but waits for him to continue as do all the other men in the room. “Lorenzo has something to confess.”
Every single one of them turns in my direction and looks at me.
“There’s something I should’ve told you a long time ago,” I say evenly.
Jaxson squints. “If this is about you secretly reading rom coms, I’m leaving.”
“I’m married.”
Silence. Complete and utter silence. And shock too. It’s so quiet, you’d be able to hear a pin drop.
Cyrus mouth hangs open then he snaps it shut. “You’re… what?”
“Married.”
Trent stares at me. “To… a human?”
