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I paled at his words. Fuck. He was right.
“You and Jace. Bri’s known about the two of you since it happened, he just never had proof. Now he does. All he needs is some courage from some fucking empty Jack Daniels bottle and he might actually go after his brother with a 9mm. How’d you like that? Would you just love it if I took you to Jace’s funeral? Or Brian’s funeral?”
“Grayley…” I tried.
“No,” he cut me off, “you just…you never fucking think.”
Suddenly, I was sober and was really looking at Grayley. It was plain as day, he was exhausted. Exhausted from fighting on three different sides—mine, Brian’s and Gentley’s.
“Grayley,” I murmured softly, “I’m—”
“You’re sorry. You’re always sorry, Taryn,” he cut off bitterly. “You’re so fucking sorry that you don’t ever think about what you do. I’m tired of worrying about you. God…what you do sometimes, Taryn. If you ever get caught, do you know what could happen to you? Where you could end up?”
“I stopped.”
“No,” Grayley shook his head, “you didn’t stop. My God, where were you just yesterday? You weren’t at the game. Where were you?”
I paled.
“Shut up,” I said quickly. “That was…”
“That was stupid. And suicidal. And you better fucking not ever do it again,” Grayley finished roughly.
I couldn’t say anything. He was right and we both knew it.
“Grayley,” Tracy spoke up, moving to stand beside him, curling one hand around his arm, “come on. We’re all leaving.”
I never would’ve thought those two would hook up.
That was the last stupid thought in my head when Grayley shot me one more exasperated glare, before he turned and followed everyone else who had left without us realizing.
Trent stayed in place.
“Hey,” he shrugged, “that chick invited me. I’m not leaving.” And he pushed through the crowd, in search of Sasha.
Looking up, I realized that a lot of people had stopped watching. When Grayley started in on me, the appeal had lessened. Grayley wasn’t as fun to watch as Gentley. Or Tray.
Glancing at the keg, I saw Tray was back to talking to the guys at the kegs.
His eyes met mine for a second.
Fun had departed when Pedlam had arrived.
Fuck that.
*
I’d found sanctuary in Tray’s bedroom. After searching the entire place, I’d realized that this was the only room that was off-limits. Everything else—trust me—they’d all been occupied. In some way or other. In some form of dress or another.
“You were supposed to rip Bryce a new one tonight.”
I didn’t look up from my spot in his bed.
Tray didn’t sound like he was about to jump me anyway.
“Oh yeah?” I said back without emotion.
The bed dipped under his weight as he sat beside me.
