Page 165 of Secrets and Lies
Shane shoots him a flat look. “Then no to whatever you’re thinking.”
“Fine.” Jace presses a quick kiss against Shane’s lips. “But we need to get out of here before I forget why I need to behave.”
“Remember our deal,” Killian says. “You fuck us over, and it’ll be the last thing you ever do.”
“Understood,” Rath says. “But that goes both ways.”
Killian gives us a quick upnod, and the five of them leave without another word.
“Is this something we need to worry about?” Hazen asks. “Because it sounds like this is mostly a Rebel/King issue and we’re not really involved.”
“Not as far as we know,” Connor points out. “But who knows how much they kept from us.”
“We should wait until Liam talks to Carter,” Rath says. “Then we’ll have enough information to decide if this is a priority, or something we just need to monitor.”
“Sounds good to me,” Hazen says and pulls his phone out of his pocket to check the time. “We should bounce.” He tucks his phone away. “We’ve got that house meeting in an hour, and I want to talk to Liam about all of this before it starts.”
“I’ll go with you,” Connor says as the four of us leave The Crypt. “I want to check something in the security archives, and the office should be empty right now.”
“What are you going to check?” Rath asks.
The three of them launch into an animated conversation about security logs and some theory Connor’s been cooking, but I only half listen as we make our way back to our house.
Like Rath said, we don’t have enough information to know if this is going to be a problem for us, but my gut is telling me it’s not something I need to worry about right now.
It could end up being a giant pain in our asses later, but that’s later me’s problem.
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“I can’t believeI’ve become someone who watches not only hockey games on the regular, buthousehockey games,” Damon says, propping his feet up on my coffee table. “And not just for the warm-ups.”
“Look at you, being a joiner and getting in the school spirit.” I knock his arm with mine.
“Let’s not get too crazy,” he says with a laugh. “I’ve spent almost four years doing the bare minimum and making sure everyone knows how little I give a shit about anything here. I’d like to keep my streak going until graduation, thank you very much.”
“Fine, but I’m getting you a house jersey as a graduation gift so you can remember the few months of school spirit and house pride you managed to muster.”
He shoots me a cheeky grin. “More like the few months of enjoying the eye candy you introduced me to. Speaking of eye candy,” he says, not being subtle at all. “What deal did you and your masked man make for tonight?”
My neck heats, but I just toss him a grin. “Not sure, but I’ll find out if he gets another hat trick.”
“Hasn’t he scored at least two goals in every game this season?” he asks.
“Yup.”
“So this whole hat trick thing isn’t some crazy achievement and is just a way for you guys to get your freak on?”
“Pretty much.”
“Your sex games are weird.”
“Says the guy who likes when his boyfriend chases him around campus and fucks him in the woods.” I shoot him a flat look.
“You really want to have a kink-off when I’m watching your boyfriend play hockey and knowing he’s going to be sneaking into your room after I leave and doing ungodly things to you while wearing a mask?”
“He’s not my boyfriend,” I say quickly. “We’re just hooking up.”
