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The platinum blond was roaring at this point, which shot Thatcher’s snarl in his direction.
I stalked over. “What the fuck is going on?”
All the boys’ gazes dashed in my direction. I stated the question as a blanketed one, but it was mostly directed toward my brother. I pointed toward Legacy. “What are you doing with these jerks?”
They had been jerks to me, and though Bow had given me some insight into why they were still hanging back, that didn’t deny what they’d done. Nor how they’d treated my brother. I mean, they hadn’t even gone to see him in the hospital.
Wells’s lips pinched together as if to say “ouch” after what I said, but he shouldn’t be surprised by this response. Facts were facts.
Bru cuffed his arms. “They asked me for help.”
“With what?”
“Setting you up,” Thatcher said from behind him. He shoved his hands in his pockets. “This is a setup.”
I eyed my brother, needing further explanation here, and at this point, Bru guided me away. We didn’t go far but enough for us to have some semblance of a private conversation.
“What’s going on?” I gritted. The other boys lingered over by the locker rooms. “What are they talking about?”
“Just what they said.” Bru gestured to the stadium around us. “This is a setup, and the only way to get you to come around.”
“Come around?”
Bru said nothing, Thatcher and Wells rocking on their high-tops behind us. I didn’t see Ares or Dorian around, but Thatcher and Wells didn’t do anything unless one of them asked them to do so.
They didn’t do anything unless Dorian asked them.
The dark prince was their leader, point-blank, and just today, he’d been pretty open about needing something from me.
I guess he got tired of waiting.
“Dorian,” I growled, and Bru raised his hands.
“Now, before you freak—”
“Oh, I’m already freaking out.” I shoved my hands in my hoodie. “This is a setup, and Dorian put you guys up to this.”
Bru popped a shoulder, and I started laughing at this point but found nothing funny. This was so him, and completely the opposite of what he was trying to prove to me. He said he was going to let go of control.
I had my hands laced on my head, but Bru tugged them down.
“Look. Anyone can see that you want to say yes to him,” Bru stated, his eyes serious. “That you do, but you’re so damn stubborn.”
I didn’t want him to be right. I gazed away. “He’s an asshole, Bruno. He’s been an asshole, and once again, you’re out here having his back and not mine.”
“I do have your back, sis.” He frowned. “That’s why I’m doing this.”
I couldn’t even look at him, but he angled in front of me.
“You do want to say yes.” He nodded. “I know you do because I know you.”
I wished he didn’t, and like hell, I wanted to protest, but I couldn’t.
I wanted him to be wrong. I wanted to say I didn’t think about Dorian, or I didn’t care. I wanted to say that I threw out every letter he gave me.
But I hadn’t.
I had each and every one, and I probably wouldn’t ever throw them away.
