Dorian steered him back and into a chair, all the while murmuring his own soft praises to his partner.
Lane hopped up from where he’d been sitting. “Can I go? Please!”
Ro welcomed him up with a hand, quickly putting on the blindfold and placing the knife-tail in his palm.
“One, two… three,” Ro called as he spun Lane, Lane’s dress catching the light beautifully.
When Ro had him facing the accountants, he let go. “Okay.”
Lane didn’t hesitate or wobble, but shot towards the man on the right. Mills.Oh, yeah, that made sense.
Not even feeling for him, Lane’s hand surged forward, plunging the entire length of the blade into the man’s left shoulder.
“Before anyone says anything, I just wanted to stab him anywhere,” Lane said loudly, turning around with the blindfold still on, and Mills yelling in pain behind him.
Greyson snorted—yes,snorted—and called out for his husband. “No one was going to say anything, baby boy. I think that tail looks perfect on his shoulder.”
Lane beamed beneath the blindfold. “Really?”
“Perfect form,” Greyson assured him.
Ronan clapped happily. “Take it off and admire your work!”
Lane whipped the blindfold up and gasped when he saw the knife buried to the hilt in Mills’s shoulder.
“Oh! That went in deeper than I thought.”
Greyson held out a hand, and Lane skipped back over, happily reclaiming his seat in Grey’s lap like he hadn’t just impaled someone during a party game.
“Alright!” Ronan announced brightly. “Next!”
Hudson lunged for the blindfold before Hayes could move.
“Oh no you don’t—”
Too late.
Hudson already had it.
“Ha!” he said, shoving it over his own eyes.
Hayes crossed his arms, glaring. “Bitch.”
Ronan spun him. “One… two… three…”
Hudson staggered once dramatically, then pointed the knife straight ahead like a compass.
Jeremiah made a panicked noise as the presence approached from behind.
Hudson adjusted slightly to the right.
Then—
Thunk.
The knife sank into Jeremiah’s lower back.
Hudson ripped the blindfold off. “Damn, too high.”
