Chapter 170

We finish our game, and Zack just narrowly beats Windsor.

It’s all fun and games until the prince loses, and I see his jaw clench. There’s a flash of darkness in his gaze that I recognize from when he tried to get me to plant dr*gs on Tristan, or when he was talking to me during Ben Thresher’s arrest. He notices me watching, and instead of denying it, he walks right up to me and leans in to whisper in my ear.

“I told you I was a bloody, awful wanker,” he whispers, and then he nibbles my earlobe. I’m so startled that I jump, and fling my hand up to cover my ear. I end up smacking him in the face, and he groans, covering up his mouth, shoulders shaking with laughter. When he moves his hands, there’s a bit of blood. “I think I just cut my lip on my tooth.”

“I’m sorry,” I groan, but Windsor just laughs some more and excuses himself to clean up in the bathroom while the rest of us gather around a table to eat burgers from a huge stack on a silver platter, fries from doz