Page 63 of King of Deception

“A long night of what?” Luke asks, coming around the island.

Mason shrugs. “I’d like to see you both at nine tomorrow morning. Kincaid Enterprises.”

Luke scoffs. “It’s like being called to the principal’s office.”

“What’s a principal?” I ask.

“A headmaster,” Luke answers, before he waves to the soup. “Go feed Arabella while her soup is hot. I’ll babysit the prick until Killian gets here.”

“Thanks, Luke.”

“Don’t thank me,” Luke glares. “I’m doing this for Bella. You and I are not done and we are not good.”

I turn and head into the bedroom, but I see Mason speaking quietly to Luke before I close the door.

I don’t know what they’re discussing but I’m sure it’s no good for me.

I don’t care.

I meant what I said to Arabella. We can go to England, make a life there. I’m now the spare to the heir and my mother and eldest brother would like nothing more than for me to take up my place in English society.

It’s not what I planned, but then again, I never planned to meet a woman like Bella, fall in love, and marry.

And I am in love. I can’t deny the truth. Every part of me belongs to Bella and my driving mission has shifted irrevocably. Her protection is my first priority. Always.

I set the bag of food on the nightstand, Bella not stirring. Part of me thinks I should let her sleep, but the soup will soothe her throat, and food will give her the energy to heal.

“Luv,” I whisper. “Time for supper.”

Her eyes flutter open. “Gris.”

“I’m here.”

I get her to sit up, plumping pillows behind her back. Then, bringing the container to her lips, she takes several sips of thehot broth. “That feels good,” she sighs as she takes another drink.

“That’s good, luv. Keep drinking while I go get you a spoon.” I hand her the container, and she holds it, taking several more sips.

My chest loosens to watch. She’s going to be fine.

Heading out to the kitchen, I get the spoon, just as Killian comes through the door.

He’s in his usual ripped jeans and tight T-shirt. “You were at a piano bar in that outfit?”

He scowls at me. “Mind your fucking business.”

Luke grins, ducking his chin. “I’m Luke Kincaid.” He sticks out a hand to Killian.

Killian takes it, appraising the other man. “Killian Smith. My family calls me Kill.”

Luke’s brows shoot up. “I’ve heard a lot about you.”

Killian looks over at me, his gaze assessing. “This guy is why you know so much about the Kincaids, isn’t he?”

“Gris been sharing our secrets?” Luke asks, sounding pissed again.

“No. Fucker plays everything close. Even with us.” Killian shrugs. “Am I here to drop this guy off a pier?”

I roll my eyes. “We’re not in London, Kill. There is no Thames and there are no piers in Vegas.”

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