a big show of rolling my eyes then sigh. “Whatever. You know your house is badass. I don’t know why you need me to say it.”
“Because I want to impress you. Obviously.” He winks at me then brushes his fingers along my cheekbone.
My eyelashes flutter, and for some reason, I think of that kiss we shared. It felt so good, but was it just because of the drugs in my system?
“Hunter,” Jax says as he drives through the gated entryway and up the driveway.
Hunter rolls his eyes and mutters something under his breath. Then he grows quiet, which seems kind of weird for him. But it’s not like I know them, so maybe it’s not.
My thoughts drift to the message I received from an unknown sender about how I shouldn’t trust the Raven Three. It also said welcome home and something about playing a game. A song was attached to it, too, and while it played, I got images of me hurting someone. Of course, then the message and song got erased from my phone and not by me, so who knows what any of it meant?
I also have to consider the idea that maybe I imagined it. After all, I am crazy.
Murderer.
Freak
Loser.
Insane.
Monster.
As I sigh to myself, trying to figure out how to get some answers, one of the garage doors open and all my thoughts go peace out.
I peer around at the garage filled with several cars, ranging from classics to the SUV they drove yesterday when they took me up to the bridge. “Who the heck owns all these cars?”
“They belong to us.” Hunter leans over. “Better be careful, little raven. Impressed is showing all over that pretty face of yours.”
I shake my head. “My face isn’t pretty, dude.”
He quirks a brow at me. “Do we really need to go over this again?”
Le sigh. I’m unsure why he’s persistent about making sure I know I’m gorgeous or whatever. And I thought he wasn’t supposed to be saying stuff like that.
I glance at Jax, expecting him to chew Hunter out for the pretty remark, but he either didn’t notice or is tired of giving Hunter lectures.
“How do you guys even own all these cars?” I ask as Jax parks between a 60s-something baby blue Camaro and a cherry red Challenger. “And why?”
“We have this many because we like cars.” Jax shuts off the engine. “And we own all of them because we can.” He slips the keys out of the ignition, pushes the door open, and climbs out.
Well, that’s that then, I guess.
“He’s in a mood,” Hunter remarks as he unfastens his seatbelt. “Then again, he’s always in a mood.”
“He’s not in a mood.” Zay pockets his phone and lowers the hood of his hoodie. Then he throws an indecipherable look at Hunter. “And even if he is, it’s your fault.”
“Is it?” Hunter mumbles as Zay shoves the door open and hops out.
He leaves the door open and meets Jax at the front of the car. Then the two of them head toward a door that I’m assuming leads inside the house. Zay walks in first, and Jax starts to follow then pauses in the doorway, turns around, and fixes his eyes on the car, signaling for us to come inside.
“Guess that means we better get inside,” Hunter tells me, though he doesn’t budge, rubbing his lips together.
“Are you in trouble?” I ask.
“Sort of.”
I quirk a brow at him. “Because you kissed me?”
A trace of an amused smile plays at his lips. “I kissed you? I’m pretty sure we kissed each other.”
He’s completely and totally right, but I’m not about to admit that. For some reason, it always feels like I’m playing a game with him, and admitting things like this means I lose.
“Nah, you kissed me, dude,” I lie, waiting for him to get out of the car.
Still, he doesn’t. Instead, he casts a glance at where Jax and Zay have walked into the house. Then, chewing on his bottom lip, he looks back at me with an impish glint in his eyes. “We should do it again.”
My brows rise. “Kiss?”
He nods, wetting his lips as he scoots toward me. “Yeah … I mean, the kiss was nice, right?”
It was, but I don’t really have anything to compare it to, so I shrug. “I don’t know. I’ve never kissed anyone before, so I’ve got nothing to compare it to.”
“True,” he agrees, flicking another glance at the door, I think to make sure neither of the guys are watching