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I zipped up my body suit and shoved my mouthpiece in before sitting on the edge of the hull. I fell backward in a splash, water instantly filling my nose. Swimming up to the surface of the water, I brushed my hair out of my face, looking down to my feet. Thanks to the LED lights, I could see if anything shady was swimming around. Knowing these waters, we had about fifteen minutes to get down there and get back up before the sharks came swimming. And that was being optimistic.
Another loud splash, and then another. Until there were three. I swam around the other side of the boat, with full knowledge of Ruin following us with the camera. I saw the back of Shiloh’s head and couldn’t help myself. Reaching around her body, I pulled her into me further until her ass hit my cock.
She turned in my grip, pulling the mouthpiece out. “You’re a little too comfortable rubbing that up on me, Quinn. Have you forgotten our arrangement?”
I pulled her in closer until her lips touched mine. “I—”
Heat rushed through my body so hot I shot back from her as the remnants of electricity fizzled out on my lips. She blinked back at me, wide-eyed, touching her lips.
“What the fuck was that?”
“I don’t know.” I pushed the goggles over my eyes. “Probably from the…electricity in the water.” I sounded dumb, but it was all I could think of.
Sparrow slams the phone down onto the table, staring at me with heated eyes. “Let me guess. The finder buzzed out, and you couldn’t find the anchors?”
I nod, tensing my fist in my hand while bringing my cigarette to my lips. “Yep. I made us all go down anyway. Short story—Shiloh could see just fine. We all couldn’t. Jenna was stubborn and told Shiloh she wanted to get the anchors, even though they were no longer visible on the finders, tried to go under and went too low too fast and caught an air bubble.”
“I don’t give a fuck about the dumb bitch. I need to know why you didn’t know right then and there that she was the key to this whole thing. Why you went along with your own idea—no”—Malyk holds up his hands—“correction, created the idea of The Game to get people to find the anchors for us, and then drop a molly in their drink after so they had blurred memories, if you knew there was something up with Shiloh. What the fuck, D?”
I take a long pull of my cigarette, flicking the ash onto an old book.
Malyk’s knee jiggles, his fist on his lap tensing. “So what happened? After all that?”
I glare at him. “Are you asking me how Shiloh took me being responsible for Jenny’s death?”
He leans back in his chair, flashing me a smile. “Well, I’m curious.”
Sparrow shakes his head, sinking the rest of his drink. “We need to meet with the Deuces right now if we want any of this to not cross into the path of us being questioned.”
“They’re going to want her,” I add, careful to watch all their reactions. It was inevitable that this was going to happen, but I wanted to remind them anyway.
Sparrow makes his way to the door, pulling it open. “That was the plan anyway. Makes no difference.” The door slams, and I swear both Malyk and I are thinking the same thing.
It does matter.
And everything has changed. Whether we want it to or not.
I was floating. I was sure of it. Floating higher and higher to the ceiling. I needed to come back down. To feel what it was like to feel anything other than pain.
Shiloh
Blaire wraps her arm around my back, pulling me into her embrace. “Tell me one thing. Just one thing, and I won’t ask you again because you know me—”
She turns inward, and I look up at her, swiping the water dripping from my head away from my eyes. I see it then. The worry lines. The ones I know I’ve helped put there.
“Is she okay?”
I hold my breath, blowing out slowly while watching the waves roll over each other. She holds my stare, and before I can answer, she flashes me a wide grin. “God, I’ve missed looking into those lilac peepers.”
“You have them too!” I widen mine at her, smiling.
“Psshhh.” She brushes me off. “Hardly. They’re more like a deep blue.”
They are the same shade as mine, only not so bright. I love Blaire’s eyes. They are the color you don’t realize—a soft lavender shade—until close up. From a distance, they look a baby blue.
I pull myself away from her again, peering over my shoulder. “I don’t know,” I answer honestly. “I obviously knew this day was coming. I mean—” I wave between her and me. “We both did. Even the third.”
Blaire raises her brows, shrugging. “Speaking of. She is supposed to be coming tonight. I thought I’d give you a heads-up so you’re not caught off guard.” My stomach twists into knots. Blaire is different. She and I have been best friends—again—all of our lives. Literally thanks to our mothers, but the girl she’s talking about right now hasn’t always been with us.
