Jamie briefly stops trying to kiss Orion and points at Bells. "See?See? I told you we need to have Bells over for game night, love. Bells hastaste."
Orion shoots Jamie a wary look from above the golden skull mask he's hurriedly strapping back onto his lower face while Jamie’s distracted. Then at me, because I must be narrowing my eyes at them both.
Fucking fantastic.
Now I'm possessive over Bells.
Bells just snorts.
Crunch.
CHAPTER 20
BELLS
The smell of garlic and butter filling the penthouse makes my stomach growl the second the elevator doors open.
"Shut up, Rex," I say preemptively.
Rex glances down at me. "An entire tin of dick-shaped cookies weren't enough?"
"Biscuits. They were mostly air. Not all of us can live off spite, you know," I say to him, but I'm grinning.
Phoenix is in the kitchen, his blond mane tied back in a messy bun that's already come halfway undone, stirring a pot with a wooden spoon.
"You cooked," I say.
"I cooked," Phoenix confirms. He grins over his shoulder at me. "Carbonara. Raf's at the store grabbing wine."
Rex moves past me without a word, heading for the hallway. The chain between our wrists goes taut.
"Hey." I tug.
He stops. Turns his head just enough that I can see the edge of his jaw beneath the mask.
"Food first?"
"Shower first."
"I need to change too." I lift my cuffed wrist. "We doing this again?"
Rex stares at the chain, then at me. His expression turns a fraction of a degree warmer than the permafrost I'm used to.
"I'm not going anywhere, Bells."
It's the way he says it.
Not flat, for once.
"Guess if you could trust me today, I can trust you," I murmur.
"Don't make it fuckingweird."
I snort at that and fish a tiny key out of my hoodie pocket—Jamie slipped one to me when Rex wasn't looking, because Jamie thinks of everything and apparently he has an endless supply of things like this—and unlock both cuffs.
The fuzzy cuffs drop into my palm.
Rex rubs his wrist. The skin underneath is slightly red from hours of wear.