in his grasp. “It doesn’t matter, Killian. You’re all bad.”
He seems to think over my words, because his eyes search mine. I take a moment to admire his bright blue eyes and tanned skin, and the way his dark hair flops over his forehead slightly.
“Yeah, so what if we are?”
I pause. “That’s your answer? You’re not even going to pretend that you’re not bad guys?”
Killian smirks, and for a second, I want to step backward, but I can’t. The damn kitchen counter is, once again, pressing against my ass. “If that’s what you want, Little Bird, to have us reassure you that we’re not bad people, then you’re tripping.”
“Oh really?”
His eyes narrow, his mouth opening. Just when he’s about to say something, I notice another shadow behind him. I feel him before I see him, and as cliché as that may sound to most people, it’s the only way I can describe the attraction I have to Kingston right now. Or the only way I want to describe him right now.
King steps into the space that Killian left. His eyes drop to my mouth. “We’re not good people, Dovey.” His eyes come to mine, the dark green depths enticing me to test him. Just push him a little further. His eyes narrow. “But I think you know that.”
I swallow, just as his hand comes to my chin, tipping my face up to him. “Have a good sleep?”
“Yes.”
“Did Keaton fuck you good?”
“What?” I yank my face out of his grip. “No.”
Just when I think he’s serious, his lip curls. But it’s not a smirk. It’s more of a satanic smile. One I don’t really want to test today.
I step around him, only for his hand to come to my arm. “We’re on the road today. The next show, you’ll be rehearsing.”
“Okay,” I answer, wanting his hand to release me, but not wanting him to release me. Oh, what a mindfuck.
He cages me back into the corner, both hands resting on either side of my body. “And you won’t go off on your own again.”
I shove him away, dipping out of the kitchen and making my way back to the end room. Keaton is bent over the bed, his elbows resting on his knees and his face in his hands.
“Hurt that bad, huh?” I tease, feeling strangely comfortable in his presence.
His hands move out of the way, his head tilting to the side. “Something like that.”
Annoyed with the ever-growing cryptic messages I get thrown at me by everyone except Kyrin, I pull open my closet door and take out some comfortable clothes that I can wear today, since we’re back on the road.
“Dove.” Keaton’s voice is so low I almost miss it.
“Yeah?” I answer, slamming the closet door closed.
His eyes come to mine, and for a brief second, I think I see something pass between us. Feel something pass between us. “Do as he says.” He stammers off my bed and disappears through the curtain, leaving me standing there speechless. Again.
I move through the RV and into the small bathroom as soon as I know none of them are out there and scrub up in record time. I’m tying my hair into a top knot and slipping my spandex shorts on when there’s a knock on the door.
“Dove, it’s me!” Rose’s voice soothes me instantly, and I yank the door open, my arms flying around her neck.
“I feel like I haven’t seen you in forever!” I exhale. I snatch my toothbrush and squeeze some paste on. “How was last night?”
Rose is dressed in loose sweatpants and a hoodie, her hair casual. She rolls her eyes and kicks the toilet cover down, taking a seat. “I drank way too much. I think everyone did, though. Everyone but Maya, of course.”
Rose massages her temples. “What is going on between her and Killian? They’re driving everyone insane.”
I pause my brushing, then spit and rinse and repeat. “I don’t know. I sensed something, too.”
Rose opens her mouth, but then closes it, when her eyes go over my shoulder. Her eyes turn distant, and her body tenses.
“What’s wrong?” I murmur around my toothbrush.
King walks in, snatches my toothbrush from my mouth, and pops it into his own. He licks the edge of his lip as his eyes drop to mine. “Get your friend out of my fucking space.”
“King!” I instantly snap. I don’t really answer back, mainly because I know what he and they are capable of, and I happen to enjoy being alive, even if my