Page 71 of House of Pain
“Someone’s got to be the crazy bitch.” She paused, bringing the cup of black tea Romeo placed in front of her to her lips. “Ruin them before they ruin you.”
“Ruin them before they ruin you,” Jolene murmured, lifting her cup in salute.
Romeo placed the potatoes on the island as well, and immediately Blaze grabbed the plate, filling it up his own. The others followed, digging in.
“Oh, my Gods,” Jolene moaned, her mouth full. “Romeo, I could fucking marry you for your cooking skills.”
“I’m going to need to get permission from my husband first,” Romeo answered, leaning on his elbows. “I’m sure he’ll be flattered I’m still in demand, kid.”
Jolene and Alecto chuckled, so Romeo sent them both a playful wink before heading over to the sink.
Romeowasthe best cook ever.
And Blaze should know—he had quite a few personal chefs growing up and none of them ever cooked food that was so delicious and heartwarming.
It was as if Romeo had put a piece of his heart into every meal he made.
Blaze finished his plate first, pushing it aside as he leaned back in his chair. “That was divine.”
“How the fuck do you keep your lean physique eating like a fucking elephant?” Andro scoffed. “I have to play rockeyandswim professionally. How’s that fair?”
“What can I tell you, Andro?” Blaze shrugged. “Lots of fucking.”
Romeo grinned at that, taking away Blaze’s empty plate before throwing a sideways glance towards Alecto.
She played with her food more than she ate, nibbling on one piece of bacon and a tiny bit of egg. When she caught Blaze glaring at her, she put the fork down, pushing the plate to the side.
That was weird, wasn’t it?
Blaze never paid attention to it before, but now that he thought about it, he had never seen Alecto eat a full meal.
In fact, he rarely saw her eat at all.
Rogue leaned closer—closer than Blaze liked—and stole a piece of bacon, biting down on it as he sent her a wink.
Alecto glared up at him through her lashes. Yet a small smirk appeared on her pretty lips as they stared at each other.
Blaze ground his teeth. He squeezed his thigh hard enough to make himself wince.
What the fuck did Rogue want with Alecto?
And most importantly, why the Hel did it look like Alecto was suddenly in on the joke with the guy?
Andro finished his breakfast and got to his feet. “Thank you, Romeo. I’ll see you fuckers in class.”
Rogue glanced at Andro and then at Blaze.
The bastard had the audacity to wink at Blaze, sending him aflame with anger before the demon leaned in to whisper something in Alecto’s ear.
27
Blaze hated academic lessons.
He never seemed to be able to concentrate enough to understand shit.
Or if he did, he would soon lose his train of thought.
Blaze blamed it on the pretty girls in his class, who were so much more interesting than the lessons anyway.
