h4Chapter 83: She Stays In Lucian’s Room/h4

    strongJason’s POV/strong

    After that bitch had finished fawning over her pets, Liam busied himself again with tending to her feet—this time, also cleaning the scrape on her knee from when she knelt on the ground to hug Fluffy.

    She was treating Liam like her personal handmaid, someone expected to be at her beck and call to patch her up whenever she was hurt. But honestly, the old bastard Liam deserved it, considering how smug he’d been gettingtely.

    His earlier words—what Eira had asked the moment she woke—still echoed in my mind. And judging from the looks on the other four, I wasn’t the only one affected.

    We’d all assumed that she was trying to save Alice, not Lucian, as suffering ofst six years must have made her regret her actions. But no. She had known exactly who was hurt. It was just for a moment her mind had confused him with Alice.

    Our gazes shifted toward Lucian. He was watching her from a distance, his eyes locked on where she sat beneath the half-ruined patio, her pets close, Liam still tending to her injuries.

    He felt our stares and red back. "What?" he barked, his frown deepening. "Don’t give me those shitty looks."

    We stayed silent.

    "I wish I’d died rather than be saved by that bitch," he continued. "Saving me won’t make me forgive her. Never. I hate her, and that will never change."

    We didn’t argue. We hated her too.

    For now, there was a more immediate matter to deal with: where she would stay until the side house was repaired.

    We moved into the main house as drawing room was cleaned and we could sit and discuss calmly.

    "I don’t care where you put her, but my room is out of the question," Lucian said tly. "Letting her spend a night there was already my limit."

    "The ground floor is ruined, and so are all the rooms there," Roman replied. "Mine, Rafe’s, and both guest rooms—everything’s a mess. Only three rooms upstairs are intact."

    Those three belonged to me, Lucian, and Kael. Which meant one of us would have topromise.

    We all looked at Kael. He returned the nce with a warning re that said, as clearly as words, iDon’t even think about it./ii/i

    Kael’s room was practically forbidden territory in this house. No one entered it without his explicit permission—unless there was an emergency and we couldn’t reach him any other way. In truth, I could barely recall its exact interior, having been inside so few times.

    So Kael’s room was already out of the question. That left Lucian’s room and mine.

    "I don’t agree," I said immediately, since Lucian had already voiced his reluctance. "If she stays in my room, I can’t guarantee her safety. Don’t me me for anything. I’ve just ordered a new pair of tarants, and I n to keep them with me to look after them properly."

    "Bastard!" Lucian snapped. He knew exactly what that meant—his room was next in line.

    "I don’t agree either," he shot back, looking at all of us. "Don’t me me if I end up testing my new drugs on her."

    "Then let her stay in that broken side house," I said. "She can survive anywhere. The stubborn bitch isn’t meant to die."

    Just then, Liam walked in. "Trust me, she’d be happier living in a pile of garbage than with you. And the side house isn’t that bad. She can manage. She doesn’t even feel pain if she gets hurt. Such a blessing—not to feel pain at all."

    The old fart was clearly here to irritate us again.

    "I’ve done what I came here for. I’ll excuse myself," Liam said, turning to go.

    But Kael’s voice stopped him. "What did she say about using her powers?"

    Liam looked at Kael. "She’s as clueless as we are. It was the first time she’s ever used it—or maybe she was just desperate to save Lucian."

    "Just shut your mouth and leave already," Lucian snapped, irritationcing every word.

    Liam’s lips curled into a smirk. "I will. Not like you mean anything special to her to make her desperate to save you. She would’ve done the same for a stray dog."

    Lucian’s eyes darkened at beingpared to the stray dog. "Fuck off!"

    "Oh, and just so you know," Liam added, as if it were an afterthought, "I’m leaving the city for a day. Don’t bother calling me to treat her if she gets hurt. Either keep her in one piece or patch her up yourself." With that, he walked out.

    Silence settled between us.

    "Alright," Rafe said atst, exhaling as if the matter had already worn him out. "I have a solution."

    "What?" I asked as I raised a brow, "You seems so eager to bring her to this home, or your room perhaps."

    The bastard remained as smug as ever. "I worry about Vixen. If that bitch lives in scrap, Vixen will stay there and get hurt in return. Either you let that bitch enter this home, or separate my cat from her."

    The way that bitch went to look for Vixen without caring of getting hurt, one could tell it wouldn’t set well to separate them.

    "Say the solution," Kael ordered Rafe, probably not willing to separate Vixen from that bitch.

    "Since we have to decide whose room the bitch stays in, let’s vote for it—like we used to. Majority wins."

    The suggestion brought back memories of those long-forgotten days of carefree life from the past when decisions were settled with quick, reckless votes.

    "Lucian’s or Jason’s room?" Rafe’s asked and then his gaze shifted to Lucian, the corners of his mouth curling in mischief. "I vote for Lucian’s. After all, he was the one who jumped to save her—and she returned the favor by saving him. We can’t ignore such a special bond between them, can we?"

    "What the fuck are you talking about?" Lucian growled. "The fuck special bond?"

    "Others still need to vote," Rafe said lightly, ignoring his outburst and looked at us, "C’mon, vote before she ends up in one of your rooms instead of Lucian’s."

    "Lucian’s room," Kael and Roman said almost in unison.

    I opened my mouth, but Lucian’s re cut through me like a de. I shut it again.

    "As per the rules, no one can refuse to vote," Rafe reminded me, his tone sly. "If you do, the bitch goes to your room."

    "Lucian’s room," I said quickly, offering an apologetic look to Lucian.

    "Bastard," Lucian muttered before turning his fury on Rafe. "You asshole, you did it intentionally."

    "You should be thanking me for solving the issue so quickly instead of baring teeth at me," Rafe said, acting nonchnt.

    Lucian clenched his jaw, his gaze icy. "Just wait until it’s your turn to keep that bitch. I’ll make sure she’s bleeding and lock her in with you. Let’s see if you suffocate from her stinking scent—or fuck her with it."

    Rafe smirked. "That day won’te, sweetheart."

    Lucian was about to get up to strangle Rafe, but Kael’s voice cut in to stop their bickering.

    "It’s decided. She stays in Lucian’s room."