Page 88 of Game on, Love

Just as I was about to settle back comfortably, a loud knock echoed from my phone, and Raina instantly shot up.

Her eyes crinkled as though the movement was a little too fast for her.

“You expecting someone?”

She shook her head and muttered. “No.”

My lips curled up. I knew she wasn’t a morning person, but it was then that I realised that she didn’t like when someone interrupted her sleep—no matter the time.

She got out of her bed, carrying her phone with her, which made me feel something I couldn’t name.

I could barely see her as she looked through the peaking hole, but when thethudof her hitting her head on the door filled my room, confusion ran through me.

“What do you want?” She groaned.

I couldn’t hear the response, but it must’ve been to her satisfaction. “Give me a minute,” she replied before she walked back into her room.

She still wore an annoyed expression, but I knew it was from the interrupted sleep, and I couldn’t help but find it adorable.

“It’s Dev. I don’t know what he wants, but I doubt it’s going to be a quick conversation,” She replied, tugging her lower lip.

I nodded, as a small part of me relaxed that it was her brother, but at the same time, I knew she’d barely just begun to wind down. “If you need me, call me.”

“No. You need to go to sleep.”

“I don’t care. You call me if you need me.”

She rolled her eyes, shaking her head, but I saw the meaning each word held in her eyes.

Raina

“WHO WERE YOU TALKING TO?”Dev asked, the moment I swung the heavy door back. His voice held curiosity, but I couldn’t help but notice theoverprotectivetone it held.

Ugh.

I rolled my eyes, not bothering to invite him in, as I walked back into my room. I was already irritated that he’d decided to come to my room this late at night; if he’d come to play twenty questions about this, I might actually consider asking him about how his quest was going, something I’d also learned from Ma’s journals.

He walked in behind me—apparently, an invite was never even needed—as I got comfortable in my bed.

“So?” He leaned back on the table, and I realised I was too tired, so if quick answers got him out, so be it.

“It was Oliver,” A yawn escaped me, my eyes squeezing close. “Do we really need to talkrightnow?”

I didn’t see how he reacted to the first part, but the question was important enough for it to be dropped.

“Yes, why are you upset with Vedant?”

“I’m not upset.”

“Yes, you are. I thought things were going fine now.”

I sighed. “When did he tell you about his contract?”

“I was there when he signed it.”

Hm.I wondered if their staying back was more than just to celebrate Vedant’s win. “When did he tell Rihaan?”

He thought about it for a second before nodding. “Horror night.”