“Just tell me.”
“Eat.”
“You’re so fucking bossy.”
But I let him help me into a sitting position, trying to hide the wincing whilst he does, and then the tray is placed on my lap. He lowers the spoon, filling it with the red creamy liquid before lifting it and bringing it to my mouth. I open for him, letting him pour it into my mouth and onto my tongue. A groan sounds in the room. Lex smiles, his pupils dilating as he watches me eat, watching my mouth, my lips as they wrap around the spoon. I’m so taken by him and the food that I’ve eaten half the bowl before I realize it and come to my senses.
“Tell me, Lex.”
With a sigh and the loud clang of the spoon hitting the side of the bowl, he explains the whole thing reluctantly. Kingston and his sister, Isobel, belong to a huge organization based in Europe and whilst Lex doesn’t know why he wants his help, the reason I’m here is because of him.
Kingston wants Lex so he used me to get to him.
I should feel angry that I’m simply a pawn, yet again, in a war that is not my own, but I just feel grateful towards the man.
Kingston helped bring me back.
I owed him.
But I also knew that debt wouldn’t land on me, that’s not how this world works. The debt is on Lex, it will always be on Lex until he pays it back. But I had no idea if whatever price Kingston was asking was going to be too high, even for the Twisted king of this city.