Page 94 of Wicked Games

Jace tips his head up toward the ceiling, and even without being able to see his eyes clearly, I know he’s rolling them.

“Move,” I repeat. “Now.”

He steps to the side, and I grab the doorknob and give it a twist. It spins in my hand, but the door doesn’t budge. It’s locked from the inside.

“Fuck this,” I mutter and give the door a sharp kick, putting as much force behind it as I can.

The crack of the frame breaking and the lock snapping is like a gunshot in the hall, but I’m too focused on the door swinging open and smashing into the wall behind it to worry if people heard me or if I’ve drawn an audience.

I’m through the open door before it even stops swinging, and my eyes are immediately drawn to the back corner of the room as I pull off my mask.

Felix is slumped in the corner, his mask on the floor beside him and his eyes wide as he stares at the door—and at me.

“Why did you leave the room?” I demand.

He doesn’t answer, doesn’t move, and just watches as I stalk toward him.

“Why?” I repeat and stop in front of him.

He blinks at me and swallows, his throat visibly working.

“Who were you with?”

One of the twins grabs my shoulder and grips me hard as he digs his nails into my flesh. The pain clears enough of my rage that I’m able to pull in a deep breath to try and calm the fuck down.

“Look at him,” Jax says, his voice deadly calm. “Reallylook at him.”

A soft whimper from the floor cuts through my anger, and I finally have enough control over myself to shove the bulk of my anger to the back of my mind so I can look at the situation, and Felix, clearly.

Something is wrong with him. His pupils are blown wide, too wide. It’s dark in here, but not that dark. His skin is flushed, especially his cheeks, and there’s a faint sheen of sweat on his forehead. His breathing is fast and erratic, and his expression is a mix of confusion and relief.

He’s on something, and it looks like it’s just starting to kick in.

“What did you take?”

He just looks at me and slowly licks his bottom lip.

“What did you take?” I repeat through gritted teeth.

Did he seriously sneak out of our room so he could get high and fuck around?

He shrugs and blinks up at us like a baby owl.

“What the fuck do you mean you don’t know what you took?”

Felix flinches at my harsh words and hugs his arms around his middle.

“This is why I told you to chill.” Jace pulls his mask off and tosses it aside. “Can I?”

I nod.

Jace kneels in front of Felix.

“Hey,” he says softly. “Are you okay?”

Felix offers him a small smile and nods.

“Are you hurt?”

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