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Even still, I drew them at my feet now, but Dorian’s curse gave me pause. I’d been using a stick to draw in the dirt at our campsite, but I’d been doing so discreetly. I didn’t need any of my buddies asking questions.
They were already asking too many questions.
Using my shoe, I rubbed the sentences out, my attention drifting to Dorian who sat across the campfire from me. Thatcher and Wells had left to go get beer. Apparently, the two cases we’d picked up on our way out here wasn’t enough. We hadn’t even had to use our fake IDs, getting shit like beer and illegal substances easy when you were us. Thatcher merely had to drop his dad’s name who owned half the properties out here.
Dorian was texting quickly on his phone, his expression tight and twisted in consternation. I tipped my chin. “What’s up?”
“What’s up is your sister and her ability to literally drive me fucking crazy,” he grunted, his thumbs moving in rapid time. “The kid says she’s going to a college party. Her, Fawn, and Bow.”
I sat up, Fawn’s name on his lips.
“He said he’ll be with them, but I don’t fucking care. You know how fuckers are at those things.”
I did know. I was one of those guys. At least, I had been before the whole Fawn-and-the-fake-relationship thing.
You know it started before that.
It had actually, well before. The fact of the matter was I hadn’t been that guy since I’d found out Fawn would be coming to my school.
I wet my lips, gazing down.
“I’m texting Sloane,” Dorian said. “She has no business being at a random party with some drunk college fuckers.”
I agreed, but I didn’t know why he was bothering. This was my twin we were talking about, and she was headstrong. Just like Red.
I dragged my stick again, ignoring the tight pull in my chest. I’d be on my phone too. Except it wouldn’t matter. Red wouldn’t answer me.
My grip on the stick tightened, and it took me a second to realize Dorian called my name. He had his mouth open, his hand up and the light of the fire flashed in his dark eyes. “Did you hear me?”
I hadn’t. Well, I heard my name but that was it.
He raised and dropped his hands. “I asked why you’re not doing anything. Fawn’s going to this thing too.”
I was aware, but he was aware I’d made anything having to do with Fawn not my business. Of course, he’d eventually come back to me after chasing after Sloane, Bru, and Red that day, but when he’d gotten back, I’d essentially told him shit wasn’t his business and to back off. It hadn’t sat well, and I think if my mom hadn’t come out and let us know food was ready, some shit might have gone down. My friend had been really good at watching my back. He’d even made good on his promise about keeping things peaceful in the house with our families. The drama had been nonexistent since we’d all arrived here, and the parents were barely even side-eyeing me now. That had been because of Dorian, and Thatcher and Wells by proxy. They did whatever Dorian wanted, and usually, I did too. I respected him, loved him.
I was sure it wasn’t looking like that these days, but I didn’t care. I knew I’d have to come to terms with some of the choices I’d made, but today wouldn’t be that day. Not with Christmas literally days away.
Nah, that wasn’t happening.
I ground my stick in the dirt. “You said the kid will be with them, right?”
“Yeah…”
I shrugged. “Well, he’s got it, then.”
“He’s got it?”
I nodded. “He’ll keep eyes on the situation.” I firmly believed that, and that he would protect my sister, Bow, and Fawn.
But that didn’t mean it was easy to say.
In fact, it was the hardest thing I had to fucking do to remain impartial and not do something about shit myself. The jagged parts of wood on the stick cut at my fingers, the pain welcomed.
“I don’t get it, Wolf. I mean, do you actually think we’re all idiots or is there something else going on here? Something I’m not getting?”
An ice bath hit me, froze me, and I glanced up to see my buddy frown. He’d all but forgotten his phone, looking at me.
He lifted a hand. “Well?”
