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“Neither really,” I told her.
“Jealous?”
That one threw me, and I must’ve narrowed my eyes a little. She took the change in expression as a sign of weakness and rolled with it.
“Youarejealous, aren’t you?”
I knew I shouldn’t say anything at all. Entertaining her accusations was the same as giving life to them.
“Jealous of what?” I ended up spitting anyway. “Just because I left you alone the past couple of days, and the three of you got so bored you had sex?”
Brynne laughed, and her laughter was absolutely musical. It was feminine and lilting and sexy as all fuck.
“You think we werebored?” she challenged over her coffee.
“Why wouldn’t you be? You were locked in a basement apartment with strict orders not to leave.”
“So?”
“So I’m sure you were looking for some entertainment. Some kind of release.”
“Release…” she smirked, drawing the word out into two syllables. Still smiling, she swiveled her gaze out the passenger window. “Yeah, I guess I can’t argue that.”
Another silence fell over us for a few awkward moments. It was finally broken by the chirp of a songbird, somewhere at the other end of the alley.
“Where’d you go anyway?” Brynne asked. “You vanished into thin air a few days ago. I asked the others but they wouldn’t tell me.”
I turned to stare out my own window, into the morning shadows. Peripherally though, I was still watching her.
“I went looking for someone.”
For a long moment she said nothing. Then her pretty eyes flared wide.
“My brother?”
Brynne yanked her foot down from the dashboard and bolted upright.
“Were you looking for Evan?” she asked hopefully. “Was that why you just sort of disappeared without even—”
The door I’d been watching opened, and a dark-haired man with neck tattoos stepped into the alley. Holding my hand up, I shushed her mid-sentence.
“There,” I whispered quietly. I lifted a finger and pointed. “Do you know him?”
Brynne squinted hard. Her long lashes came together like the teeth on a Venus fly-trap.
“Yes…” she breathed. “Actually I do!”
“What do you know about him?”
“His name is Cisco.”
“Crisco,” I corrected her. “They call him that because he’s greasy, slippery. Always gets away.”
“He knows my brother!” she hissed excitedly. “He used to hang out with Evan sometimes! Maybe he knows what happened to—”
Shifting her weight, she reached for the door handle. I stopped her quickly with an outstretched arm.
“No! Not now.”
