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Rogue waves her forward. “Have at it. We sure as hell aren’t getting anywhere with her.”
Cece punches Rogue in the chest before Soul can restrain her. “Don’t be a dick, Rogue. You’re gonna be eating your fucking words soon enough.”
“Babe, you can’t punch my brothers,” Soul chastises as he turns to scowl at Rogue. “And I’ll fucking end you if you ever step up to my woman again.”
Rogue crosses his arms. “I wasn’t gonna touch her. I just want to know what the fuck is going on.”
“If you back off and give us some breathing room, you’ll get your answers soon enough.” Violet pulls out the chair next to me, and Jez hands her a piece of paper and a pen. “I’m gonna write something down, and I want you to answer the questions.”
I raise my brow in question but give her a moment to write. The room is so quiet, I swear they can all hear my heart pounding.
When she’s done writing, Violet pushes the paper over to me and gives me an encouraging smile. My stomach somersaults when I see what she wrote. Numbers line the paper, and I swallow back the bile climbing up my throat. I push the paper away from me.
“No.”
“No?” Violet asks, perplexed. “It’s okay, Skye. Tell me what you see or do the problems at the bottom.”
“No,” I repeat more forcefully.
“I suggest you do what Violet says,” Rogue says angrily. He leans over the table to look at the paper before I can turn it over. “What the hell is that?”
“Nothing. A bunch of numbers.”
Violet pushes the paper back to me. “It is but humor me. Please.”
Staring at the numbers doesn’t make it any easier to understand. I can’t count on my fingers in front of them, or they’ll really see what an idiot I am.
Why the hell is this happening to me?
I guess it was bound to happen sooner or later, working around money. Making mistakes is what I’m good at. I had no idea it would end up this bad though.
“It’s simple math,” Malice points out.
“Maybe to you,” I mumble.
“What was that?” Violet leans closer to me, and I repeat myself. “Let’s forget about this paper for now. Can you count backward for me from fifty?”
“What’s that gonna fucking show us?” Rogue paces behind me.
Counting backward is easy, but I still shut my eyes to concentrate and ignore everyone else in the room. “Fifty, forty-nine, forty-eight, forty-seven, forty-three, forty-four… I mean six-thirty, thirty-three, five-thirty…”
I keep going until I reach one.
When I open my eyes, everyone is staring at me with their mouths open. Violet reaches for my hand and holds onto it.
“I want to ask you one question.” She takes a deep breath. “What is twelve plus eight?”
Tears well up, but I blink them back as I figure it out in my head. “Ten.”
“It’s twenty,” Malice says quickly. “How do you not know that? You’re messing with us, right?”
“Shut up, Paul,” Jez sneers.
“What the fuck did you call me, Mary?” Malice growls.
Squeezing my eyes shut once more, I cover my face with my hands and do my best to drown out the arguing around me. A loud whistle halts all the commotion.
“If everyone would be quiet, please.” Violet pulls my hands away from my face. “I think you have dyscalculia.”
