He points his finger at me. “You fuckers are done playing with her.”
“I’m not playing,” I say, returning his hard stare, and he turns, following her into the building without another word. I smother the roiling emotions in my gut before heading up to ourapartment. When I open the door, Roth, Luther, and Killian look up from where they’re already eating at the dining table.
“What did you do, Killian?”
“What crawled up your ass, dude?” he says through a mouthful of food.
I sit down next to Roth and glare at him. “What did you do to Nyx?”
He finally swallows as Roth and Luther exchange a glance out of the corner of my eye.
“You’re going to have to be more specific.”
I close my eyes and inhale, trying to calm myself down. “Why won’t she talk to you?”
He runs his hand over his mouth and crosses his arms over his chest, and turns to Luther, whose eyes narrow.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” he fumes.
“Explain. Now,” Roth commands.
“Last day of finals last term, we were walking through the common room and Nyx was there alone so naturally, being the gentleman I am—” Luther scoffs, but Killian ignores him. “—went over to say hello.”
“You downed an entire fifth of whiskey in ten minutes.”
“I don’t know why you’re bitching so much about that. Shealsosaid you smelled good, and thanked you for coming to her rescue when she got knocked out, and said she wanted to keep you as her sparring partner instead of me. Actually, maybe that should have been my first clue that she was drunk because who in their right mind would say no to my shining personality.”
My mouth hangs open in shock and I glance at Luther.
“Don’t.”
Roth’s menacing stare stops us before I can respond. “Enough. You will tell me everything. All of you.”
Killian sighs and closes his eyes, like he can’t bear to see our faces when he tells us?—
“We hooked up. I blacked out after we started kissing in her bed, and left before she woke up the next morning. But Jesusfuck, I just know it was incredible. I remember that much.”
“You said you were good,” Luther begins. “You said you were just going to walk her back to her room. Yousaidyou went for a run after, and that’s why you didn’t come back until morning.”
“You’re one to fucking talk,” I hiss at him.
“What do you mean?” Killian looks between us.
“I—,” Luther starts, but shakes his head. “I set her dress on fire on Samhain. On accident.”
“Youwhat?” Roth asks, but Luther just glares at Killian.
“You goaded Mondragon and sent him into a full shift. Are you seriously telling me you don’t see the issue with publicly challenging theMoratus? You were too busy panting after her to consider the consequences toallof us, if you lost that fight.”
“No fucking way, you’re not going to blame me for almost killing her. What thefuck, dude?”
“I just wanted her run back home with her tail between her legs since she’sstill fucking heredespite everything the Legacies have done to drive her off.”
“You’re such a fucking hypocrite. You were all over her at Wyckd, but I can’t be?”
“You’re the fuckingHeir!” He emphasizes. “What you do—what youalldo—fucking matters.”
Roth looks him dead in the eye, his voice ice-cold. “We, Luther. Whatwedo matters. All of us.”
