Oli’s gaze slides to Andre before leveling me with his blue eyes, much darker than the electric blue of the man who just broke my heart. “I didn’t know officially. It’s not like Atlas told us. We just had a feeling.”
“A feeling? And neither of you wanted to let me know that man was in love with me?! My best fucking friend.” While I’m pissed off, I also feel like shit. I hurt him, and I hate that I didn’t even know it. I wouldn’t have stopped loving Felix because of him, but I would have been more delicate around him. I could have talked to him.
Andre steps between Oli and me. “Look. When you got injured, he was fucking manic. The way he acted at the hospital... I just thought he had a crush. I didn’t realize how deep it went.”
“I need to find Felix.” One problem at a time. I’ll talk to Atlas when he sobers up.
“He left through the front. He said he didn’t feel well and was going up to the room.”
“I need to go find him. I’ll deal with this later.”
It’s just a short walk to the hotel and my leg is already aching. I haven’t lost the shadows following behind me, though. “You guys can stay; I don’t need you to come.”
“You’re limping like a son of a bitch, and we want to help explain to Felix.”
“He looked upset,” Andre says. “And I’m offering a piggyback ride if you need it.”
“Excuse me, you are not letting any other man ride you like that,” Oli growls.
“Oli, save the possessiveness for the bedroom. We’re on a mission right now,” Andre chastises him.
While I’m pissed as hell at them both, I have to say, “I’m really sorry about your wedding. I’m fine. You don’t have to come. Go enjoy yourselves.”
“It’s fine. I already got to dance with this gorgeous man,” Oli says.
“I danced; you followed. Can’t dance for shit.” Oli glares at Andre. “Fuck I love you.”
We wait for the elevator to our room. My leg is screaming but I need to get to him.
Everything I’ve ever thought about Atlas and me is flashing like a projection in my brain. We’re best friends. Nothing will change that. Atlas is the little brother I never had. I love him like I love Alyssa, but I’m notinlove with him.
We getto my floor and I beeline for my room, but something prickles at the back of my neck. Something feels off. It’s like a thick quiet energy that’s hard to breathe in. The fear I feel is heightened when I see our door open. “Felix!” Irun toward it, my knee screaming at me to slow own, but I don’t care. “What the fuck?!”
Inside, everything feels the same but something is different. “Felix?” I go to the balcony and even to Atlas’s joined door and peek in. Not that I thought he’d be in there. Something is off. Why is our door open like that? “We need to go back down to the front desk now.”
“Whoa, slow down, what’s going on?” Oli presses his hands to my chest.
“I need help. I need someone to show me the security footage. I need to see something.”
“Grey, relax. He probably just got upset. Let him cool off.” Andre tries to reassure me.
“No, you don’t get it.” I run my fingers through my hair. “We need to ask for help.”
“Grey—”
“It’s his ex. I know it.” I can feel it.
“His ex?”
My eyes meet Andre’s and it’s like everything clicks for him as well. “Come on. We need to go see if we can get someone to check security for us,” I beg them.
“Do you really think he’d come all the way here?”
Yes. I do. I think Steven is more dangerous than even Felix knows. I think we embarrassed him and his ego can’t take it. I could be paranoid. I could be wrong. What I won’t be is ignorant enough to believe that abusive fuck won’t go to any lengths to get Felix back.
What if he does have him?
“If he touches a fucking hair on his head.”
