Page 64 of Wicked Games

“Say what now?” Jace asks as he strolls into the room behind Killian. “Someone tried to off you again?”

“When?” Killian stalks over to my bed like a predator tracking his prey.

I sit up. Something about lying on my stomach while he looms over me makes me feel weird.

“Time to go, sweetheart,” Jax says to Eden, who’s already gathering her books and papers. “As much as I’m enjoying the view, I’m not risking your stepbrother’s wrath if he finds out we were in here with you.”

“View?” She glances at me, her cheeks pink with a blush.

I motion to where her skirt has ridden up and is showing most of her thigh. Everything important is still covered, but Eden flushes even deeper red and yanks it down.

Jax grins and winks at her, and I’m low-key worried she’s going to turn purple from how hard she’s blushing.

The twins might be two of the most unhinged people I’ve ever met, but they’re also two of the most beautiful. It’s one of the things that makes them so dangerous. No one suspects that the pretty boy rich kids who can charm the pants off anyone have an actual body count that has nothing to do with how many people they’ve slept with.

Eden quickly packs up her things and hurries out of the room.

“Talk. Now.” Killian crosses his arms. His stare is intense, and I resist the urge to squirm.

“It’s not a big deal,” I say again.

“Yeah, I think we’ll be the judge of that.” Jace pulls his butterfly knife out and flips it open.

I’ve known the twins as long as Killian, so I don’t even flinch as he spins the knife around his fingers in a blur of glinting metal. Knives are like fidget spinners to Jace. As long as it’smoving and he’s not holding it still, then there’s nothing to worry about.

“Talk,” Killian says.

“It happened after Natalie and her friends ambushed me.”

“Last Saturday?” Jax asks.

I nod.

Something flares in Killian’s eyes, but it’s gone before I can decipher it.

“I was heading toward the woods and was just about to cross the old access road?—”

“Where on the road?” Jax interrupts.

“Right at the end, where it connects to the path closest to the cul-de-sac.”

“Then what happened?” Killian asks.

“I got a call and stopped to answer it. A second later, a car went flying past me?—”

“What kind of car?” Jace asks. “Color, make, model, plate info. Details would be helpful.”

“Black or maybe navy blue. And it was a sedan of some sort.”

“That’s it?” Jax asks. “That’s all you’re giving us to work with? It was black or maybe blue and car-shaped?”

“I was a little distracted by the almost getting run over part to go into spy mode.”

“You’d suck as a spy.” Jace snaps his blade closed. “Although you’d probably kick ass at resisting waterboarding since you’re a swimmer.”

“The connections your brain makes are as interesting as they are terrifying. You know that, right?” I shoot him a pointed look.

He slips his knife away and pulls out a pack of gum. “Yup. Imagine what it’s like actually living with it.” He pops out a piece of out and tosses it in his mouth. “Hmmm?” He holds the pack out to me.

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