King

"What the hell happened to you?" Gray asks, staring at the healing mouth-sized hickeys I left on Niko's neck the other night.

Niko's face reddens, and he rubs the back of his neck. "Uh, had a wild night with some chick I met at a bar," he lies smoothly, his eyes flickering to me.

My lips twitch at how easily he covers our tracks, how we keep this tangled web of ours tightly wound. These are the secrets that we protect, not only for our own safety, but Alyssa's as well. ...