Page 174 of My Unhinged Alphas
Havoc is grinning. He’s got the remote in one hand and the kind of expression that says he has been waiting specifically for this exact moment.
I stare at him. “What the hell is wrong with you?”
He lifts one shoulder. “The movie was terrible.”
Knox looks like he’s considering murder as a hobby. “Change it back.”
Havoc doesn’t even glance at him. “You’re so repressed it’s making my teeth hurt.”
Vale, who was asleep the last time I looked at him, is now very much awake. His one good eye is open and on me, then on the screen, then back on Havoc with the kind of exhausted disbelief I’m starting to think is his default state around him.
“You did that on purpose,” I say.
Havoc puts a hand to his chest. “Lena. I’m wounded that you’d even ask.”
“You’re wounded by very little.”
“That is true.”
The woman on the television lets out a louder cry and I make the mistake of glancing at the screen again. Bad idea. Immediate bad idea. My face gets hot before I can stop it.
Knox notices. Of course he does. His jaw tightens. “Turn it off.”
Havoc looks at me instead. “Do you want it off?”
I open my mouth.
Nothing useful comes out.
That only makes him happier.
Vale drags a hand over his mouth and says, voice rough with sleep, “You’re twelve.”
“No,” Havoc says. “Twelve-year-olds lack vision.”
I fold my arms. “Your vision is apparently making everyone in this room miserable.”
He tilts his head. “Not everyone.”
I look at him.
He looks right back, lazy and smug. “What?” he says.
“You know what.”
He smiles wider. “I really don’t. You’ll have to be more specific.”
Vale mutters, “He doesn’t need encouragement.”
I glance at him. He looks exhausted and annoyed and more awake than he wants to be. That should probably make me behave.
Instead it gives me an idea.
A stupid one.
A fun one.
I tilt my head at Havoc. “You talk a lot for someone sitting all the way over there.”
