Angel tugs my shirt. “When did you sleep with Ren?”
“Proxy, baby,” I whisper to him, and he nods.
“Ah. Right.”
“Excuse me!” Ren snaps. “You can’t have that. It’s mine.”
“Oh, please, child. Sit down, the grown-ups are talking.” I give him a pointed look. “I’ve been proxying since before you burned down my club.”
Ren gasps, pointing at Angel. “That’swhere I know you from!”
Angel shifts.
“Um, babe… why didn’t you raise your hand?” Dash asks Kellan, suspicion on his face.
Kellan is squirming, guilt in his shifty eyes. “I mean, we neverhooked up…” He peeks at Ren. “But he cornered me once, before I knew you. And kinda… touched it.” Dash gasps. “For like a split second! Then I freaked out and bolted.”
“You whore,” Dash chides Ren.
“You’re one to talk! You made out withmy fiancé!” Ren exclaims.
Luthor covers his face. “It wasn’t like that, and wereallydon’t need to talk about this right now.”
“I was in psychosis… I would’ve made out with a cactus,” Dash grunts.
“Thanks, bestie,” Luthor deadpans.
Dash frowns over a smirk. “Sorry.”
“This is highly entertaining,” I chuckle.
They all glare at me.
“Oh… is it?Entertaining, hm?” Ren pops his hip out.
Angel stiffens at my side.
“Please… Ren,” Dascha whines. “This is super awkward. My dad is here…”
Alexander just appears lost.
“No, I want him to know,” Ren snaps. “The Ivory, not your dad. Papa Reznikov, cover your ears.”
Alexander’s mouth falls open, but he still looks like he doesn’t understand a word anyone’s saying.
Byron jumps in, glaring at me, “Yea… Since he thinks dosing people with psychedelics and making them eat their friends’ asses out isfun.”
“Jesus fucking Christ…” Kemper bends at the waist while Dash simply fists Kemper’s shirt, face flushing crimson.
“I’m sorry, Byron,” I grumble. “But you weren’tdruggedwhen you were under my desk with your mouth full of dick, were you?”
“That was you?!” Jonathan barks.
“Slut!” Ren appears positively thrilled.
Byron is steaming. “Dash fucked Angel!”
My heart stops.
