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“What did he say?” Dante asks suspiciously.
“Nothing. We didn’t even speak.”
Dante stares between Nero and me, thick eyebrows so far contracted that they look like one straight line hanging low over his eyes. Nero is trying to seem nonchalant, keeping his eyes on the road. Sebastian looks completely innocent because he is innocent—he was just drinking a Diet Coke with some redhead when we grabbed him.
I think Dante’s going to drop it.
Then he lunges forward and grabs a handful of my hair, pulling it toward him. Because my hair is attached to my head, this yanks me forward across the seats.
Dante inhales, then shoves me back, disgusted.
“Why do you smell like smoke?” he demands.
“I don’t know.”
“You’re lying. I heard an alarm go off in the house. Tell me the truth right now, or I’m calling Dad.”
I scowl right back at him, wishing I were as big as Dante, with gorilla arms that look like they could tear you to pieces. Then I’d be a lot more intimidating.
“Fine,” I say at last. “I was in the library upstairs. A small fire started—”
“A SMALL FIRE?”
“Yes. Quit shouting or I won’t tell you anything else.”
“How did this fire start?”
I squirm in my seat.
“I might have . . . accidentally . . . let the curtains get a little bit in the fireplace.”
“Porca miseria, Aida,” Dante swears. “We just went there to drink their liquor and watch their fireworks, not burn their fucking house down!”
“It’s not going to burn down,” I say, without being entirely confident in my statement. “I told you, Callum was right there.”
“That’s not better!” Dante explodes. “Now he knows you did it!”
“He might not. He might not even know who I am.”
“I doubt that very much. He’s not as stupid as the rest of you are.”
“Why am I included in this?” Sebastian says.
“Because you’re stupid,” Dante replies. “Even if you didn’t do anything tonight, specifically.”
Sebastian laughs. It’s impossible to offend him.
“Where were you?” Dante says, rounding on Nero.
“I was on the main level,” Nero says calmly. “With Nora Albright. Her father owns the Fairmont in Millennium Park. He called me a greasy little criminal once. So I fucked his daughter in the Griffins’ formal dining room. Sort of killed two birds with one stone, in terms of revenge.”
Dante is shaking his head in disbelief.
“I can’t believe you guys. You’re acting like children. I never should have let you go over there.”
“Oh, get off it,” Nero says. He’s not one to take Dante’s shit, even if it means coming to blows. “Since when are you a good boy? You hate those paddy fucks as much as we do. Who cares if we ruined their party?”
“You’re gonna care if Callum Griffin gets that Alderman seat. He’s gonna tie us up in red tape and shut down every one of our projects. He’ll bury us.”
