Page 107 of Gravehouse

Leon: You good? We’ll be there soon.

I’m fine.

And that may just be the biggest lie I’ve ever said, because I’m pretty sure the word I’m looking for right now is homicidal.

Swinging the door open, I shoulder my way inside, a loose strand of hair catching on my lip. I blow it aside, temper burning hot under my skin.

He bought my house.Myfucking house.

I’m halfway across the kitchen when voices drift in from the foyer. Devon’s easy laugh reaches me first, followed by a deeper voice I already hate.

Him.

I stop in the doorway.

Devon has his back to me, one hand held out in greeting as if we’re hosting a goddamn dinner party. He has no idea what he’s invited into our home.

My home.

Hishome now, apparently.

Asher stands in the entrance, snow dusting the shoulders of his black coat. Camille hovers at his elbow, her fingers curled around his bicep like she’s afraid he’ll float away.

One month.

Thirty-one days since he told me I was a mistake. Since I left his house and swore I’d never fucking look at him again.

He looks good. Shit. I hate that he looks good. His jaw cuts sharper now, his neck and shoulders thicker under the coat. I know every one of his tattoos, and they shift across his skin as he turns.

His eyes find me, re-igniting a flame I’m not so sure ever burned out.

Devon follows his line of sight. “Babe, you didn’t tell me new friends were coming?”

“Pretty sure I did,” I say through clenched teeth. “But these aren’t friends.”

My eyes snap to Asher. “What are you doing here? Why did you buy my fucking house?”

Asher unzips his jacket. “Missed you too, Venom, and I didn’t buy it. I put a bid on it. Like I was gonna let you sellourfucking house.”

Our fucking house.

I wince, folding my arms in front of myself. Really bad habit. I need to stop showing my insecurities so easily.

My hands drop.

“Ah…” Devon’s head swings between us, confused. “What is going on here?”

Camille shrugs. “These two are… hmmm… what should I call it? Ex lovers? Ex married?”

“You’ll beex-fucking-iledif you don’t get the fuck out of my house, Camille.” I flash a smile at her, teeth bared. “I will shoot you this time.”

“Aww,” Camille pats my shoulder and every tendon in my arm locks tight. “Ash is right. You are so cute when you go all—” her hands wave. “—Assassin mode.”

I still, eyes flying to Asher who’s already glaring at Camille. I didn’t even realize I’d grabbed my gun until I feel the weight in my hand.

My brows lift. “Give me two reasons why I’m not burying a bullet in her skull, Ash…”

Asher finally drags his attention off her and onto me. “You already knowone.”