makes me feel like he’s still alive out there somewhere, and that I have a chance to find him. I hope.
I nod, and Lucas steers me out of the house. I lean the broom against the countertop and exit, sifting in my pockets for the front door keys instead of the other. I’ll have to hide the other set of keys in my room at Jacobs Manor somewhere in case whoever is looking for treasure shit comes there next. Then again, as they’ve already pointed out, we’re much safer there than here. To think I thought about coming home when my dorm got trashed. Who knows what would’ve happened if whoever did this would’ve found me here alone.
The drive to Stone’s house is much more solemn. Even Wyatt doesn’t joke. There’s no pulling me onto his lap as punishment that wasn’t a punishment at all—for either of us—unless you count blue balls as one. Stone beats us there, pulling into his spot in the garage. Wyatt follows, parking in the other bay, and then we all get out.
“I don’t know about you,” Wyatt says, “but I don’t feel like cooking.” he lets the sentence hang in the air for a bit before he says, “Oh, that’s right. None of you assholes cook at all.” He playfully hits himself in the forehead. “I forgot who I was talking to.”
“Just use the credit card to order some pizza,” Stone says, ignoring Wyatt’s jab.
“Yes, Master,” Wyatt says. He starts walking like Quasimodo. “You know I only live to do your bidding.”
When we get in the house through the garage door, Stone apologizes. “Sorry,” he says. “I’m just stressed.”
Wyatt claps him on the back. “I know, bro. Just keep the dickishness to a minimum before Dakota up and leaves us all.”
Stone tracks his gaze to me, lingering there for a moment, before he retreats further into the house, turning down the glass-lined hallway.
Wyatt goes to a drawer in the kitchen and pulls out a credit card. “What do you like on your pizza, Tits?” He smirks to himself. He’s really too proud of himself for that nickname.
Lucas speaks up. “Dakota had pizza for lunch.”
“Oh right,” Wyatt says. He grins. “That was fun, by the way. I loved seeing you stick up for yourself in front of those bitches.”
“Weren’t you just talking about shoving your dick in one of those bitches this morning?”
He shrugs. “Seemed like a good idea at the time. Turns out it was more fun watching Tits get revenge.”
“That name really doesn’t bother you?” Lucas asks.
I shrug. “I’ve heard worse.”
He frowns, but Wyatt interrupts. “Have you ever had a calzone? It’s like pizza but not.”
“If it’s not, then what is it?”
They explain to me the ins and outs of calzones, and it sounds like heaven.
Wyatt orders enough food for an army and then hangs up the phone.
“They really deliver out here?”
He winks. “We give them an extra incentive. It helps that the card is under Jacobs.” He walks past me. “I don’t think I need to explain to you the almost celebrity-like fervor that goes through the air at that name.”
My jaw sets. He sure as hell doesn’t.
With Wyatt and Stone gone, Lucas leads me to the couch in the living room. I wasn’t sure anyone ever sat on this furniture. Like it’s one of those pieces for show that I’ve seen on television before. That’s obviously not the case when Lucas pulls me next to him, draping my legs over his lap. He works his fingers through my hair again, and I sigh.
With his other hand, he rubs at his face like he could sleep for days. “I know there are more important things to talk about, but…do you want to talk about what happened in Mythology earlier?”
He’s right. There are definitely more imminent topics to discuss, but maybe not one that’s as much fun. “If you want,” I say casually like it’s no big deal, but I doubt I’m hiding anything from him. While kissing him, I felt more exposed than I ever have.
His fingers trail over the line of my jaw and then back into my hair. “I just want to say that I’d like that to happen again. Maybe not that exact scenario, but now that my hands have been on you, I don’t want to take them away.”
My breath hitches. His brown-eyed stare takes me down roads I wasn’t sure I’d get to. My only chance was getting out of Clary, and I wasn’t sure that was