Page 9 of Devil's Revenge


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“Don’t be jealous,” Kellan teased, trying to mimic Merrick’s deeper voice.

“Okay, okay. No getting in a fight when I’m in between you.” I gave them both a playful glare.

Kellan held my bowl of soup for me as I blew on a spoonful. A moan slipped from my lips when the delectable broth hit my tongue and rolled soothingly down my throat. Kellan and Merrick both groaned, their heated gazes roving over me, their minds clearly heading in a different direction.

“Delicious.” I grinned up at him. Pride shone in his sable eyes, his lips splitting in a delighted smile.

“It would be nice if someone could hold my bowl.” Merrick glared at Kellan.

“That would be nice.” Kellan’s lips twitched as he tried and failed to hide his amusement.

“Dick.”

Kellan smugly held the bowl for me as I took another spoonful, a giddy excitement bubbling in my stomach at the devotion gleaming in Kellan’s dark gaze.

“I can feed myself.” I had to protest a little, right?

“Just try to take this bowl from me.” He lifted a brow in challenge, intrigue sparking in his eyes.

I would play his game … if it wasn’t soup he was holding over me. Yeah, steaming hot broth is not something I want spilling all over me in bed.

I cut the thought before it headed in an entirely different direction.

“Can I just get a few minutes of peace?” Sophia’s voice rang through the closed door.

“They’re seriously still at it?” I scrubbed a hand down my face.

“The last time I took my eyes off you for a minute, you managed to get yourself abducted,” Zane shouted right back, his deep baritone making it sound like he was almost right outside in the hallway. “So no, I’m not letting you out of my sight for a moment.”

“They never stop.” Kellan sighed. “Eat some more before we head out.”

“You say that like it’s my fault,” Sophia said, rage filling every word. “How was I supposed to know they were outside waiting for me?”

The doorknob squeaked, and I scrunched my nose and whispered, “Please don’t come in here. Please don’t come in—”

“We told you that you were a target,” Zane said. “Why the hell did you think I was following you? Trust me, I can’t stand you. If I had a choice in this, I’d never lay eyes on you again.”

“Can you both calm down?” Sebastian sighed, trying to be the voice of reason. “You’re both going to say something you can’t come back from if you keep this up.”

“It’s too late for that,” Sophia snarled, pushing the door open and slamming it back in the men’s faces. She pressed her back to the door and clicked the lock, effectively cutting Zane off unless he broke down the door.

Which he better not.

“You better not be having kinky sex in here.” Sophia grinned mischievously, but it didn’t quite meet her eyes. There was a shadow behind her feigned nonchalance that spoke volumes. Zane’s words had hit their mark.

“So everything would be good if we were having regular sex?” I chuckled, needing to help my friend find her footing again.I’d smash Zane’s skull with a bat if he kept on hurting her, regardless of whether or not he was on our side.

“You know what I mean.” She waved me off and skipped to the end of the bed, nestling herself so close she was practically in my lap.

“Do I get a say in this?” Merrick frowned, his shoulders already slumping in defeat. “This is my room after all.”

“What’s yours is Giana’s, and she’s happy for me to hang out, right, Gi?” Sophia fluttered her lashes up at me before slicing a cutting glare Merrick’s way. “Besides, don’t I get any brownie points for helping drag your asses out of there?”

“You do.” Kellan sighed.

“Which you’ve been taking full advantage of for the last week. There has to be an expiration sometime soon.” Merrick crossed his arms over his chest. “We need some alone time with our girl.”

“Aren’t you supposed to be on bed rest anyway?” Sophia narrowed her eyes in suspicion, and his jaw twitched.