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Raze looks around the room again. “Actually, fuck it. You’re fixing everything.”
Maul catches Raze by the shoulder and starts steering him into the hallway. “Come on, Pres. Let the kids finish whatever the hell this is.”
“They fucking finished. That’s why the room looks like this.”
My face goes so hot I bury it straight back against Carnage’s chest while Maul’s laughter follows Raze into the hallway.
Within seconds, the crowd disappears into the hallway, and the noise starts moving away with them, leaving only one person standing in the doorway.
Of course it’s Sentinel.
Carnage slowly turns his head.
Sentinel looks at him, then lets his gaze travel around the absolute destruction surrounding us. He takes in the shattered window, the broken furniture, and what remains of the bed before looking back at his best friend, and the smile that starts pulling at his mouth tells me Carnage is going to hear about this for the rest of his immortal-fucking-life.
Carnage points toward the hallway.
Sentinel’s smile widens. “Not saying a word.”
Carnage narrows his eyes and points again, considerably more aggressively this time.
“Literally.” Sentinel raises both hands. “Not one single word about you apparently fucking so hard you caused a localized natural disaster.”
Carnage’s middle finger shoots up.
Sentinel laughs as he finally reaches for the door. “Yeah, love you too, Cujo.”
Before he closes it, his attention shifts to me, and some of the teasing slips from his face. “You both okay?”
I glance up at Carnage before nodding. “Yeah. I think so.”
Sentinel gives me a small nod, then looks at Carnage one last time.
The grin comes straight back. “Nice work on the bed.”
The door closes just as Carnage reaches for another piece of wood.
I stare at it for a second before slowly turning my head toward him.
Carnage looks back at me, still hovering protectively over my body with his hair thoroughly fucked, his eyes only just beginning to lose the black of his hellhound and enough dust covering his shoulders to make it look like part of the ceiling landed on him.
My lips start twitching.
His do the same.
“Well, that was fun,” I say, trying not to laugh.
His shoulders begin to shake, and that does it. Laughter bursts out of me so hard my stomach hurts, and within seconds, I’m clutching at him while his silent laughter shakes through both of us. The absurdity of the last few minutes crashes down all at once, from Thessaly nearly drowning half the club to the two of us destroying an entire-fucking-bedroom and then getting caught naked in the wreckage by what felt like every King in New Hampshire.
By the time the laughter finally eases, my cheeks hurt, and Carnage has dropped his forehead against mine. The bright amber of his eyes slowly settles as his hellhound retreats, his body finally losing some of the tension it’s been carrying as his thumb brushes lazily over my skin.
Somehow, in the middle of this absolute fucking disaster, we’re both smiling.
I slide my fingers into his hair and glance toward the remains of the bed beneath us. “So, your place again tomorrow night?”
His head comes up so fast that another laugh escapes me.
“What?” I grin. “Mine still has furniture. I don’t see the need to ruin another perfectly good room.”
