Page 139 of Vexatious Queen

I’d kept myself together, but now everything we’d learned pressed on my heart.

Christov had, for lack of a better word, bribed Zigzag to spy on me. He had known where I was for months before he showed his face at that poker game. I couldn’t be sure that he had sent those men to Canada to kill me. But if it wasn’t him, he had shared my location with someone else. My guess was that Lawrence knew, and Nadia had died, thinking it was her fault.

Everything was spinning out of control, and I had no way to stop it or change any of the awful things that had happened.

I felt violated and angry, like I had when Axel attacked me.

Leaning against the wall, I closed my eyes, fighting the pull. I promised myself that I would never let what happened take over and control me again. But those feelings of powerlessness loved to sneak up and bite me in the ass.

Taking a steadying breath, I continued down the hall to find Blake and Myles. I didn’t know where they had gone, but I checked in the bedroom first. It was dark and quiet. Knowing Blake, he would want to be outside.

The stairwell door wasn’t far, and I was just about to push it open when my brain caught up to the scene on the other side of the narrow glass.

Blake was kissing Myles. Myles was kissing Blake.

As I watched, Blake turned them so that Myles was pressed up against the wall. The anxiety that had been creeping in was stomped out and replaced with a blazing heat.

“Wow,” I whispered.

You’d think that after being with Theo and Liam, I’d be prepared. But no, it was a five-alarm-fire, hot, seeing them together.

Licking my lips and swallowing the dry lump in my throat, I walked through the door. Blake jerked back from Myles as their heads turned in my direction.

“Ren…I…ah…” Blake said, looking at Myles and then back to me.

Not letting him finish, I stepped between them, wrapped my arms around his neck, and kissed him hard. He groaned and pushed me back into Myles, whose touch burned as he gripped my hips.

I didn’t even care that it felt like I was being bitten by fire ants when my sweater brushed against my tattoo. Myles kissed the side of my neck, sucking on the spot over my snowflakes.

Everything felt perfect. They felt perfect. Being with the two of them had always felt like being wrapped in a warm, sexy blanket. They chased all the shadows away.

Blake broke the kiss with a gasp.

“I need you,” he said, against my lips.

“Come on,” I said, stepping away and holding my hands out for them. “I need you both.”

The dark desire swimming in their eyes was driving me insane and causing my hands to tremble.

I marched to our bedroom and flung open the door. Standing in the middle of the room, I turned to face them. I pulled my hoodie off and tossed it aside, while Myles locked us away.

My eyes bounced between them, but there was no jealousy and no doubt. Only the deep, unshakable knowledge that love didn’t have to be small or singular to be real.

We were all broken for different reasons, but somehow, we kept finding ways to hold each other upright. And for the first time all night, I felt safe inside that truth.

FEBRUARY 15 – SUNDAY 1:01 AM

Ren

Myles stalked toward me, and I held up my finger, bringing him to a halt. I pointed between him and Blake.

“Kiss him again,” I ordered.

Myles cocked a brow and then looked at Blake.

“Ya liked seeing us kiss?”

I nodded and reached around to undo my bra. Slipping it off, I let it drop to the floor.