My jaw drops. “Why not?”
“He was cryptic,” Carnage replies. “He said it was the past and had nothing to do with now.”
My eyes shift to Colson, who’s perched on Specter’s lap, picking at his nail polish. I’m pretty sure Colson knows more about the situation than he lets on, but maybe this isn’t the time or the place.
“Well, I didn’t know. I guess I’ll tell Shadow that I?—”
“Wraith!”
I squeeze my eyes shut as Shadow’s voice booms from the top of the stairs.
“Fucking hell,” I mutter, already heading in that direction. “I didn’t fucking know,” I say as soon as I see his tense expression. “I didn’t know it was a secret.”
“It’s not a fucking secret,” he says through gritted teeth. “But why?”
“He asked, boss.”
“He asked what?”
“If you had someone.”
“You could’ve said no because I don’t.”
“But you did, and that was the nature of his question.”
Shadow nods, dragging a hand through his dark hair. “Sorry. I’m just…” He shakes his head.
“What I said before still stands. You can talk to me.”
His gaze settles on me, softening a touch. “I know. I need to sort through my shit, but I’m okay. It’s good to have Stealth back. Really good. Right?”
“Yeah, of course. We’re a family.”
“We are.” He actually smiles slightly. “I’m okay. Sorry I snapped at you.”
“I can take it.” I pat his shoulder. “Are you coming back down?”
“No. I need to be alone for a while.”
“I understand.”
Shadow nods and turns to go to his room. It’s obvious that Stealth brought up Bellamy pretty quickly, and I can’t help but wonder why. I let it go though. Gossiping about my boss isn’t my bag.
Instead of going back down with the guys, I head to my bedroom, pulling my phone out of my pocket on the way to text Bouche. He might hate it, but I won’t know if I don’t try.
Me: Hey
The message shows as read right away, but it takes several minutes before the dots pop up and a reply comes through.
Bouche: Hey
Me: Busy?
Bouche: At the gym finishing my workout.
The vision of him dripping in sweat pops into my head and my cock swells.
Me: Mm, I bet you smell divine. Manly.
