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“Easton?”
A ripple goes through the air as Bexley glares at Cade. “I think I prefer eating elsewhere.” He shoots up and looks at Alex, but he doesn’t follow as he storms from the room.
“You made the right choice, Rexford,” Cade says. “Easton can keep fighting, but it’ll only make things harder than they need to be. Brook, why don’t you make sure our boy is okay?”
“Sure thing.” She dabs her blood red lips with a napkin before shooting me a smug smirk. “He’s probably just a little tense. I’m sure I can find a way to help him relax.”
Cade and Ashton chuckle. Brandon is too busy hoovering down his lunch to notice the tension. And Sasha and Channing both watch me with pity in their eyes.
“Where’s Tim?” I ask, noticing his absence.
Cade immediately stiffens, and I file that nugget of information away for another time.
“He’s dealing with Fawn,” Ashton says.
“Dealing with Fawn? What the hell does that mean?”
“It means don’t ask questions you might not like the answer to.”
Silence befalls the table, and I don’t push. Tim is a sore point. Or rather, Fawn is.
“So Rexford, you ready to party with us Electi style on Friday?”
“Hell yeah.” Alex puffs out his chest, and I’m surprised how readily he’s accepting all this.
“Right answer.” Ashton claps him on the shoulder. “Maybe we’ll make an Electi of you yet. What about you, Mia?” His eyes find mine across the table. “Are you ready to party Friday?”
“Ash,” Cade warns.
“What? It’s just a question. Now we’re one big happy family, what could go wrong?”
“I’ll need a new dress,” I say.
“Sasha will take you shopping. Take your friend, too… Annabel, was it?”
“Oh, I’m not sure—”
“Take her.” Cade squeezes my knee under the table. “She is your friend, isn’t she?”
“Yeah, but—”
“So take her. You can have a girl’s trip.”
“Okay. I guess.” I study him, trying to figure out his angle. Because I know Cade.
And he doesn’t do anything without an ulterior motive.
7
Bexley
Our first week in the Electi house is bullshit.
After we got back from the setup, Cade denied all knowledge of who might have called the cops, but his amused smirk said otherwise.
He does
n't want me here, that much is obvious, but he's going to need to try harder if he wants to get rid of me. The gauntlet has been laid down. I'll remain right here, under his feet, reminding him at every possible moment that I hold more power than he ever has for as long as it takes for me to get what I want.
