Page 160 of Midnight Curfew

Iron still sits on the chair behind me, but I know his eyes are on me.

I wasn’t really trying to hide anything.

And it’s not affecting my judgment.

I stand up straight. “None of this is any of your business.”

“So you don’t want to know that Damaris is staying with Anna-Katherine tonight,” she taunts. “All night.”

So he went on his date and plans on getting dicked up till dawn. What the fuck do I care?

“Callum ‘will be close,’ he told her,” Liv goes on. “Rip and Tyson reported seeing a deckhand preparing Ames High.”

The Ameses’ power yacht?

Which is docked in the marina three miles away.

“Food, fresh sheets,” she tells me. “I wonder if he’s taking it out. Or just fucking someone there.”

Hot air huffs in and out of my nose as my eyes narrow on my sister.

“Why is he having fun?” she bites out at me. “If what he did all those years ago wasn’t enough, the curfew he’s put us under is.”

A lump forms in my throat, and I swallow, the guilt descending on my shoulders. What I need to keep in mind.

The curfew, Callum’s hand around our throats, his attack on her four years ago…It’s all my fault. Everyone is in jeopardy because of me.

Her brown eyes, like our mother’s, grow strained with anger. “He shouldn’t be able to sleep without one eye open.”

I drop my gaze to the ground. I know.

Somehow I keep letting myself get distracted with all the things that don’t matter about him and forgetting the one thing that does—he’s attacking my family.

Liv shouldn’t have to avenge herself, especially when it’s my fault she ever came into harm’s way after I fucked with him in the first place. A lot can be said about me, but I do clean up my own messes.

And now I have a reason to ruin his night, after all.

I lift my eyes. “Your orders, little sister?”

She offers me a small smile and hands me the bottle. I cap it and set it down.

“They dragged me out of a car,” she says. “Let’s drag him off that boat.”

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We make it to the marina, which is mostly empty, many of the yachts and schooners traveling the seas for the summer months. Our father’s old trawler sits docked off to the right, among a handful of smaller speed and cabin boats belonging mostly to locals and recreation companies.

The Ameses’ vessel, a beautiful fifty-eight-meter power yacht, floats at the far end. Walking with purpose down the long dock, I glance up at security cameras on each light post, hoping Rip got them turned off.

Tyson informed us that there’s no crew tonight. Callum wants the boat to himself.

I cock my eyebrow. Fuck him. Liv’s right, and I’m grateful she reminded me. If we suffer, so does he. We’ll be back in plenty of time for curfew.

Liv, Iron, and I leap onto the bow, keeping our eyes peeled as we climb the short stairwell up onto the main deck. Slipping inside quickly, I lead them through the living room to a beautiful kitchen. Wooden floors shine; a marble island sits to the right, lights hanging overhead.

I have no idea where Callum will start his night, but he’ll end it in a bedroom. Sliding down another stairwell, Liv and I tuck ourselves in a room, just inside the doorway. Iron stands across the narrow passage, inside another room.

Catching my breath, I remain still, not hearing a peep. Not a step.