Page 77 of Pretty Poisoned

"Yeah, I'm fine."

"Good."

He reaches for me and tips my chin up with his thumb. "Hold still," he says. "Close your eyes."

"Um, okay…"

I close them and hold my breath while his finger brushes against my cheek, just under my left eye.

"Open," he says.

"What are you—"

"It was an eyelash," Declan says. It sits on his finger, and he brings it to my lips. "Make a wish."

I look up at him and blow.

"Hope it was a good one," he says.

"Yeah, we'll see."

"Come on, I'll walk you back."

"Yeah…okay. Thanks."

He's getting under my skin. Just like Alana said.

"I have a surprise for you," Declan says as we walk. He reaches for my hand, and, without thinking, I jerk it away, pretending I need to adjust the flannel tied around my waist.

"You don't need to be afraid of me, Teagan. I won't hurt you."

"You hurt me the other day."

"I punished you the other day because you needed it. And you liked it. Are we really going to pretend it didn't make your pussy so wet you had to run and jump on my brother's dick to deal with it?"

"I…I don't—"

"Hey, Teag."

When I look up and see Luca, I breathe an audible sigh of relief. I know Declan hears it, and he doesn't look happy.

"Hey."

When I get to him, he leans down and kisses me, then pulls me into his chest. I wrap my arms around the shirtless rockstar version of him and close my eyes, breathing him in.

He's under my skin, too.

"What's going on?" Luca asks.

"Nothing," I tell him. "Some security guard told me that he was going to throw me out if I didn't show him my tits and suck his dick. Declan took care of it."

"He said what now?" Declan asks. "You didn't fucking tell me that."

I shrug. "It doesn't matter anymore."

"We have to go," Eli says as he and Rhett breeze past us.

"All right. Second door, Teagan," Declan says, pointing behind him.