Page 130 of Wicked Games

I rub my cheek over his temple, my chest and stomach clenching as I remember the moment I saw that laser sight on him.

If Jace hadn’t gotten to him in time…

“The guys who’re going to clean this mess up and get us the fuck out of here,” I tell him, shoving those thoughts out of my head.

He doesn’t say anything, but the slight tightening of his arms around me is reassuring.

True to their word, two of my uncle’s helicopters touch down exactly ten minutes later.

I herd Felix onto the one that’s going to get us the hell out of here, and we’re joined by the others as soon as they’re done giving the team a rundown of what happened.

The ride to my dad’s house is silent, but it’s pure chaos the moment we touch down on the helipad.

Another team of staff is waiting, and they swarm us the moment we get off the helicopter.

The twins and Xave are immediately met by their concerned mothers, but Jasmine is nowhere to be found.

My aunts assure us that our dads are aware of everything and are on their way home from an impromptu business meeting and everything will be dealt with when they’re back.

I don’t let Felix out of my sight, refusing to let go of him for more than a few seconds the entire time I’m giving my reports and getting the cuts on my neck and shoulders from the shattering glass cleaned up.

Everyone notices, but no one says anything. I have no doubt I’ll have to explain everything to my dad when he gets home, but that’s a later problem.

After what feels like forever, Felix and I are finally alone, and I bring him to my room.

He’s been extra subdued, and he’s barely said a word since we landed. The shock is obviously wearing off, but there’s something else going on with him.

“Felix?” I ask, not sure how to help him.

He slides his gaze to mine but immediately drops it and stares at a point on the floor between us. “I have to go to the bathroom,” he mumbles.

“Yeah, okay.”

I don’t blame him for needing a few minutes alone but watching him walk into my ensuite is way harder than it should be.

While he’s in the bathroom, I sink down on the edge of my bed and let out a weary sigh. I came damn close to losing not just Felix but also Jace today, and the weight of it all comes crashing down on me in an instant.

Smash.

I jump up at the sound of shattering glass and race into the bathroom, my heart in my throat and Felix’s name on my lips.

The scene I rush into is not what I’m expecting.

Instead of finding Felix gone or lying in a pile of broken glass with an intruder standing over him, he’s in front of the shattered mirror.

“Felix?”

He turns to face me, and he looks completely wrecked. His eyes are red and wet with tears, and his cheeks are flushed pink. His hair is a mess, like he was yanking on the strands, and his sweater is in a ball in the corner of the room.

My eyes fall to his hands, and my heart skips a beat when I see the long shard of mirror clutched in his hurt hand. Blood is running off his knuckles and falling to the floor, mixing with the blood dripping down from his palm.

“Felix,” I say softly. “Talk to me.”

“Why?” His voice is filled with so much anguish and pain it’s hard to stand still and not run over to him. I have no idea what he’s thinking and don’t want to risk him hurting himself if I do the wrong thing. “What good is talking going to do when everything is falling down around me? How is talking going to help anything when this shit just keeps happening?”

“Please,” I say desperately. “Please just put that down, and we’ll figure this out.”

“You can’t figure this out,” he says miserably.

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