Page 104 of Never Tell Secrets

“Damien,” she snapped. “Did you invite him?”

“No, of course I didn’t!”

“Then how did he know where I was?”

“He’s a Teller. They know everything. Besides,” I snatched her phone out of her hand and opened her instagram. I scrolled through all the photos she’d posted from the last few days, including one taken a few hours ago outside the bar, the sign right over our heads. I showed it to her. “It doesn’t take a rocket scientist.”

She stared at it, chewing her lip.

“Do you want to leave?”

Before she could answer, her gaze locked on something over my shoulder and she glared. “Too late.”

I turned to see Damien Marx heading our way, looking cool and relaxed in black jeans and a white t-shirt. Her scowl turned to confusion as she continued looking behind me. “What’s he doing here?”

I turned again and…Eli West was here too? I looked at Maia whose jaw was clenched, eyes blazing. I don’t think I’d ever seen Maia angry before. She looked downright scary.

“Maia, did you invite them?”

“No,” she whispered, not taking her eyes off the two men.

“Ladies,” Damien addressed the three of us but kept his gaze firmly on Keira.

“What are you doing here?” she snapped.

“I missed you, Six.” He smirked at her. A silence fell over the table.

Six? What was with the numbers?

I looked between the two of them, Keira was pissed and I felt like I was intruding.

“Do you want me to go?” I whispered.

“You should stay,” Damien turned that wicked grin on me, “you didn’t really think we came here without him, did you?”

I stared at him, my mouth running dry.

“Where…?” The question trailed off, dry in my mouth. He nodded behind me and I looked to the bar where Alfie was talking to our three companions.

“He’s making sure we won’t be bothered.”

“Seriously?” I turned back to see Keira rolling her eyes and giving me an ‘I told you so’ look.

“Usually I don’t mind competition, but not tonight.”

I looked between the two of them. Damien was having fun, his dark eyes alight with excitement but Keira wore a stone cold expression that had no place on her usually vibrant face.

“You wasted your trip.” She stood, pushing away from the table.

“Keira…” I reached for her hand but she snatched it away.

“I’m fine.” She looked at Damien. “You’re going to have to find someone else to play with.”

“No,” he replied and Keira blinked, surprised.

“No?”

“No,” he repeated, shrugging.