Page 72 of Liars

“What the fuck are you doing in here?” Kreed growled roughly with sleep.

Mason snickered, flinging the card at Kreed before leaning back on his hands. “I came to check on our little sis. Looks like you beat me to it. No wonder you left Raven Night early.”

The card hit Kreed’s chest and fell onto the bed. He scrubbed a hand down his face before pointing at the door. “Get out.”

Maddox crossed his arms, his glare shifting from me to Kreed. “And you had the nerve to put an end to my fun just so you could get your dick sucked.”

Kreed sat up, carefully untangling himself from me, his scowl deepening. “Fine. Stay. But I’m leaving.”

“Relax.” Mason flashed a crooked grin. “We’re just here for the show. This is one hell of a morning after.”

“There’s nothing to show,” Kreed snapped, running a hand through his hair as he swung his legs over the side of the bed. “And nothing happened.”

Maddox arched a brow, his tone cutting. “Doesn’t look like nothing. Looks like you had a private party of your own. So, menace.” He turned to me, taunting, “How is he? Live up to the hype? Legendary in the sack like?—”

“Out!” I shouted, my cheeks flaming.

Mason’s grin widened. “Aw, come on, Kaylor. Don’t be shy. We’re just getting to the good part.”

Maddox shrugged. “Oh, I get it. Just like nothing happened last night in the cellar. Right, Kaylor?”

Horror. Anger. A storm colliding in my chest.

Before I could react, Kreed stood, landing a sharp punch to Maddox’s shoulder—hard enough to make him jerk. “Maddox, you don’t always have to be a dick.”

Maddox scoffed. “If that’s true, then you don’t always have to be a brooding prick. And Mason wouldn’t be the playful bastard. And Raine?—”

“You made your point,” Kreed muttered.

I pressed my fingers to my temples. “All of you, just get out of my room.”

Someone cleared their throat. Deep. Commanding.

Like we were a litter of kittens following a string, our heads turned in sync toward the doorway.

Kreed groaned.

Maddox muttered a curse.

Mason? His lips twitched.

And I just…blinked.

Because Donovan stood in the doorway, his shrewd, glass-like eyes flicking between his sons. He was freshly showered, clean-shaven, and dressed in a crisp suit, appearing composed. “Anyone care to explain?” he asked, each word delivered with a frozen edge that left no warmth behind, “what the three of you are doing in here?”

Amusement danced in Mason’s features as he stretched out on the bed, propping his head onto his hand. “What does it look like, Dad?”

Donovan’s expression didn’t shift. “It looks like one of you better start explaining.”

“I-It’s nothing,” I blurted, unsure what the hell I was doing. “I had a nightmare last night and couldn’t sleep.”

Mason whispered out the side of his mouth, “Quick thinking, kitten.” It was so low I hoped his father didn’t hear.

It was difficult to gauge my godfather’s mood. His face never changed. Regardless, my hand itched to smack Mason on the back of the head. His commentary, no matter how quiet, wasn’t helping.

His stare clung to me, probing for cracks I wasn’t ready to show. “Is that so?”

I swallowed hard.

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