Page 150 of Kings of Deception


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“Both of us,” Zephyr adds. “Our rooms are on either side.”

I nod, looking around. The empty dresser is now filled with my things. The bed that has my pillows and blankets. Zinnia’s favorite jewelry box sits atop the dresser.

“I don’t want to be alone tonight,” I whisper.

All three of them move closer immediately.

“You won’t be,” Jax promises.

“We’re not going anywhere,” Zephyr says.

Callum grins. “See? My idea wasn’t that crazy.”

“Your idea is still not happening,” Jax tells him.

“Yet,” Callum mutters.

We finish unpacking as the sun sets. My things slowly integrate into their space until it starts to feel less like their house and more like... ours.

The thought terrifies and thrills me in equal measure.

By the time we’re done, it’s past eleven. Callum stretches and yawns dramatically.

“I’m heading out. Early practice tomorrow.” He walks over and kisses the top of my head. “Sleep well, Tiger. Don’t let these two keep you up all night.”

“Goodnight, Cal.”

He leaves, and suddenly it’s just the three of us.

Jax and Zephyr exchange a look. Some kind of silent communication I’m not part of yet.

“We should all get some sleep,” Jax says finally.

I nod and walk to the guest room—my room now—and close the door most of the way. Not all the way. Just enough for privacy.

I change into sleep clothes. I brush my teeth in the bathroom that now has space for my toothbrush. I wash my face with products that sit on shelves cleared out just for me.

When I climb into bed, the sheets smell like fresh laundry. Like they were just washed. Like they were waiting for me.

I lie there in the dark staring at the ceiling.

Trying to sleep.

But I can’t.

My mind won’t shut off. I have too many thoughts racing. Too much change all at once.

I hear movement in the hallway. Footsteps. Then the soft sound of someone in the kitchen.

I get up and walk out of my room quietly.

Zephyr’s standing at the counter in sweatpants and a t-shirt, waiting for something on the stove. I glance at the counter, and it looks like ramen.

He looks up when I walk in. “Can’t sleep?”

I shake my head.

“Me neither.”