Page 90 of The Mourning Throne
How long did it take to drop off a document at Gabriel’s office? They were staying like, ten minutes away. Twenty when traffic got bad.
Whatever.
But—
Fuck.
What if itwasn’twhatever?
Gabriel was shifty. That was afact, whether Morgan believed him or not.
He headed back into the bedroom, yanked his phone off the charger.
A text from Morgan.
Less than a minute ago.
Like heknewwhat Lex was thinking.
Morgan
Traffic. 15 out.
Good.
Lex looked to the cage, head tilted.
Ollie was asleep. As usual. He didn’t keep normal sleeping hours like they did. Lex could hear him moving around sometimes when Ollie was in the second bedroom still—late at night and well into the early morning.
He probably slept when they left for work.
Kinda smart, actually. The only smart thing Ollie had done since they met him. Probably in his entire, miserable life.
Dropping backwards onto the bed, Lex scrolled through the pictures he’d taken last night.
They weren’t as good as they could’ve been. He hadn’t remembered to set his phone up to record. That had just… slipped his mind entirely. Nothing was caught on camera. Not the moment Ollie saw the cage, not the moment he broke…
All of it was gone.
Fuckingcriminal.
But he’d know for next time. He’d remember.
Still—there were a few strong shots.
Ollie curled in the crate, towel bunched beneath him, fingers hooked through the bars.
Lex zoomed in on one where Ollie’s face was caught mid-blink—eyelids swollen, mouth slightly open like he was dreaming through it.
Lex stared at it for too long.
Then starred it.
He shifted up onto the pillow, and his thumb must have jerked because the photosscrolled. Fast as hell.
“Dammit…”
Now he’d have to go back up.
