Page 57 of Wreaking Havoc
Alexeiwasmaking “much noise,”banging cabinets like it was his mission to destroy Sascha’s kitchen or something.
Sascha shot a glare toward the back of his man-bunned head.
“What’s up your ass?” he asked, annoyed that Alexei was acting pissy when it washimwho’d received a threatening pig’s-blood dagger in the mail.
Alexei whirled, casting a truly impressive scowl toward Kai, who’d made a beeline straight for the coffee pot. “Did your demon fail to tell you that vampires haveexcellenthearing?”
“What does that—?” The blood drained from Sascha’s face, then rushed right back. “Oh.” Right. The extremely thorough debauching he’d endured the night before, when he’d completely failed to muffle his voice.
Vampires or not, Alexei and Jay could have been half-deaf and they probably would have heardsomething.
He was pretty sure the heat in his cheeks could light the kitchen’s ancient stove at his point.
“It was some very impressive sex!” Jay, beaming at him from the kitchen table, didn’t seem to share Alexei’s annoyance. “Alexei was afraid you were going to go for another round this morning. We were going to go out for breakfast if you did.” He gave off every impression of being delighted by the idea. “I have to try a lobster roll while I’m here.”
Sascha rubbed a hand over his face. “I don’t think they serve lobster rolls at breakfast. And the best place for them in town is closed for the season, anyway.”
“Oh.”
Jay looked so instantly dejected that Sascha was opening his mouth again before he knew it. “But you two could come back and try one in the summer?”
What was he even saying? He wasn’t going to still be here next summer, was he? He’d be back in New York, doing…
Whatwouldhe be doing in New York? What exactly was waiting for him there?
He shot a despairing glance to Kai, only to find the demon mouthing the wordsweetat him.
Sascha scowled back at him. Whatever. That didn’t prove anything. Who wouldn’t be sweet to Jay? He was one of the nicest people Sascha had ever met. What the hell he was doing with broody, tight-lipped Alexei was really anyone’s guess.
The exchange between Sascha and Jay seemed to have deflated some of Alexei’s ire though. He was looking at Sascha’s chosen outfit with what on anyone else might have been a neutral expression but for Alexei might as well have been wide-eyed disbelief.
Oh, right. The colorful flower robe Sascha had put on over his underwear before heading downstairs. He fidgeted with the sash. “Well?” he asked Alexei pointedly, sounding snippier than he would have liked.
Alexei’s gaze softened. “You look nice, Sascha. You always did like pretty things.”
“Very pretty,” Jay concurred, reaching a hand out to pet the hem. “And soft. Maybe I should get one? Although, I’m not sure when I’d wear it. Why have a robe when you can just be naked?”
Sascha coughed, choking on air. “Um…maybe for when you have guests?”
“Right.” Jay nodded seriously. “Good point. So maybe I should—”
“Jay, sweetheart.” Alexei came up to the kitchen table, stooping down to press a kiss to Jay’s tousled hair. “Please don’t buy a postcoital robe to match my brother’s. I don’t think I could take it.”
“Oh.” Jay’s lips formed into a slight pout. “Okay, I’ll choose my own, then.”
Alexei gave him another kiss before straightening. “So your, uh, escapades aren’t the only thing our ears overheard.”
Sascha crossed his arms, glaring. “I’m a grown man, I can take a bath with whoever I want.”
Alexei’s lips twitched. “The knife, Sascha.”
“Oh. Yes. The knife.” Sascha’s eyes darted to Kai, who’d dumped an entire bag of coffee grounds into the coffee pot and was adding what even Sascha knew was not nearly enough water.
“And you think Ivan has a leak? A mole?” Alexei pressed.
“That’s what he says. But they still shouldn’t have known. He hasn’t told anyone or visited or…” Sascha remembered all the calls and texts from Ivan he’d been ignoring. “Oh fuck.”
“What?” Alexei and Kai asked at the same time.
