Selene’s brow furrows. “Y…yes?”
Lochie and I both laugh loudly.
Selene rolls her eyes and takes a sip of her beer. “It’ssoshocking the two of you are sitting here stewing, having self-sabotaged your own relationships.”
Lochlan scowls. “I didn’t self-sabotage my relationship.”
I grin savagely. “So you’re admitting thereisa relationship.”
“Was,” Selene corrects me, grinning. “Therewasa?—”
“You know what?” Lochie growls at her. “I was going to let you be Switzerland over there. But you just dragged yourself into the fray.” He stabs a finger at her. “Let’s quit thehilariousnarrative that it’s just Achilles and me sitting here on a Saturday night with our thumbs up our asses over relationship issues.”
I clear my throat. “Again, you're admitting there is a relationship?—”
“Dude,shut the fuck up,” he snaps at me. “We're redirecting this shit at her now.” He turns back to Selene. “Tell me: which one is it.”
I frown as a red stain spreads over Selene’s cheeks. “You mean which one withher?” I replay the scene from a few weeks ago, when I found Selene near tears and Jude Nikolayev stalking away from her.
…And then immediately went after him and punched him in the eye.
I cock a brow at Selene. “I assume whatever was going on between you and Jude?—”
“Is over?” she snaps. “After you, oh, I dunno, punched him in the face?”
My brow furrows deeply.
The fuck is it with people wanting me to apologize for shit I amnevergoing to apologize for?
“You were near tears, Selene,” I mutter. “And it was clearly because of that motherfucker.”
“So you decided to assault him?” she snaps.
I roll my eyes. “Italkedto him. It’s not my fault he's so fucking punchable when he wants to be.”
Selene groans and buries her face in her hands.
“Can we just start playing poker again?” she asks.
“Only after you or Lochie tells me what the fuck he means bywhich one.”
Lochlan smirks. “Our dear cousin here seems to havetwogallant suitors fighting over her.”
Selene shoots him a murderous glare. “No one isfightingover me,” she mutters.
Lochlan looks up and sees I'm still confused.
“Kirill,” he shrugs.
My gaze whips back to Selene. “Fuckingexcuse me?”
Her lips twist. “Sonot your business. But thanks for sticking your nose into it.”
“I thought he was gay,” Lochlan adds, taking a sip of his beer.
“He’sbi,” Selene sighs. “Why is that such a hard concept for guys to wrap their heads around?”
Lochlan frowns. “Maybe because men tend to be singular when they choose someone?”