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I try to sit up, but pain explodes along my forehead. “Ace?” I croak, fear gripping my throat like a vise.
“Try not to move too quickly. The doctor said it could hurt for a little while.”
“The doctor?”
“You don’t remember?”
I shake my head, immediately regretting it.
“James was able to call in a favor. I didn’t think you’d want to go to hospital.”
“Hospital? What happened?”
“What can you remember?” He eyes me warily as I search the recesses of my mind.
“It was Homecoming... we danced. There was a video.” Images of Michaela tied naked to a chair flood my mind. “You set her up.”
His lip curves smugly. “They announced Hayden and Lylah as Homecoming king and queen, and then Bexley—"
A pained sob slips from my lips.
“What the fuck were you doing out there with him?”
I rear back at his hostility, but Ace’s expression instantly softens. “Shit, I’m sorry… I’m not mad, I just…”
“He grabbed me at the dance, right after Hayden got crowned king. He said he wanted to talk. I didn’t want to cause a scene.”
“You should have told me.” His jaws clenches.
“So you could have beaten him half to death in front of the entire school?” I tremble. “I fell, Ace. It was an accident.”
Ace scoffs at that. “He was all up in your face, I saw him.”
I don’t argue because Ace is right. Bexley had been aggressive, and it wasn’t the first time.
“I think he was on something.”
“Yeah.” He ran a hand over his jaw, inhaling a shaky breath. “When I saw him with you, I lost it.”
My eyes flick to Ace’s hand, noticing his busted knuckles. “What did you do?”
“Taught that motherfucker a lesson.” His tone sends chills zipping up my spine.
“Did you... hurt him?”
Hazy images drift through my mind. Ace and Bexley fighting. Bexley screaming in pain.
“I broke his arm.”
“Ace...” I sigh. “The Danforths will press charges, they’ll—”
“You think I give a shit? He’s lucky I didn’t rip off his dick and feed it to him after that.” Ace leans closer, his eyes fixed right on me. “I wanted to kill him, Remi. I wanted to take my knife and drive it through his fucking skull.”
“But you didn’t...”
“No, I didn’t.” He releases a strained sigh. “I knew if I did, I’d lose you. I’m not that guy anymore.”
“So he’s okay?” I don’t know how to feel about what happened to Bexley.
