Page 132 of Zeus

I don't know what makes my mind shift from the chance of losing my job to something that I know will affect me on a much more personal level.

Maybe it's the sad smile in his eyes.

Maybe it's the way Casper has his eyes locked on his computer screen, although his fingers are twisted together in his lap.

Maybe it's the way Hemlock seems nervous, worried about what happens next as he shifts his weight from one foot to the other.

Shadow leans against the wall, arms clasped over his chest, not unlike how he had for most of the meeting, only now he looks sad and mildly uncomfortable.

"We didn't realize that you didn't know your dad had passed," Kincaid says.

The beginning of the conversation doesn't trigger me. I dealt with that rush of news when Zayne mentioned it on our first night in that shitty covert house.

"I don't see a need to discuss it," I mutter.

I try my best to ignore the questions as to how they even know that conversation happened.

"Did Zayne tell you I didn't know?" I ask, despite my previous insistence.

I want to know where they got the information.

Both guys on my team, Hemlock and Casper, clear their throats in the way someone would if they're gearing up to make a confession.

Casper speaks up when it becomes clear that Hemlock isn't going to step forward.

"The house was wired," Casper says.

My blood runs cold, the memories of every fucking thing that happened in that fucking place.

It's bad enough to come back, knowing they all know about our history. Zayne blurted that shit within seconds of walking into the house, but to have proof that something else happened makes my blood run cold.

My palms grow sweaty, a tremble in my muscles that I seem unable to control.

"Just for sound," Hemlock says. "Not video."

That only fucking makes things slightly better.

"In the living room?" I ask.

"Every room," Casper answers as he drops his eyes to his twisting fingers.

I pull in a ragged breath, that urgency to run as if I'm a toddler who got caught doing something wrong, who could disappear out of the room, and their parents wouldn't remember that they were in trouble.

"You didn't think to let us know our privacy was being invaded?" I ask as calmly as I can manage.

Hemlock takes a step forward as if he's facing a battle he has no plans on losing. "It's standard operating procedure, and it's no different from the last job you worked, or any job anyone with Cerberus has worked. We get some level of surveillance every chance we get."

"It's for the safety of you guys," Kincaid adds. "Not a way to spy on you."

They know everything.

Every touch.

Every whispered word.

Every action Zayne and I participated in.

Even if we didn't speak, the fucking grunts of pleasure are obvious enough that anyone listening could decipher what the fuck we were doing.