“No to an alien.” I roll my eyes.
Alaric lowers his phone slowly. “No fucking way.”
“Yes.” That’s all I can say.
“For how long?” Trent asks calmly.
“Yeah, so…it’s been awhile,” I admit.
“How long is awhile?” Cyrus chimes in.
“Over a decade.”
The room erupts into chaos.
“Over a decade?” Cyrus shouts.
“How the fuck…” Jaxson shake his head.
Gideon sets down his drink. “You’re barely a functioning adult. How do you maintain a marriage?”
“I prioritize.”
Tobias shakes his head. “Sorry I call bullshit. There’s no fucking way.”
Cyrus runs both hands through his hair. “You’re fucking unhinged. Kill on a dime… You make serial killers look tame…”
Jaxson’s eyes widen slowly. “Holy shit.”
“What?” I ask.
“Was this the reason for all cryptic shit?” Jaxson demands. “The list of names?”
“Wait. Years ago, you had me do some shady shit for you…”
I look Cyrus and then at Jax. “Yes.”
The silence this time is different. Then Cyrus lets out a sharp laugh. “You bastard.”
Jaxson points at me. “We’ve been running a covert wife op?”
“Yes.”
“You told me once,” Cyrus eyes are wide, “that you were handling a ‘delicate situation.’”
I shrug. “She is delicate.”
Jaxson chokes on his drink. “Oh my God. Every time you said ‘personal matter.’”
“You were going home to your wife,” Cyrus finishes.
I don’t bother answering.
Tobias actually claps slowly. “I’m impressed.”
Alaric starts to chuckle. “I’m not going to lie, I’m almost proud.”
Cyrus studies me carefully. “Why didn’t you tell us?”
