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The concern in her voice stops me. I turn to glance back at her, but when my arm throbs, my gaze goes there first.
Shit.
Blood soaks the arm of my flannel, dripping down my pinky to patter the ground with red drops.
“Hang on,stop.”
She slings the backpack off her shoulder and yanks the zipper open. My eyes drop to the collection of wadded up t-shirts, a notebook, a toothbrush, another pair of jeans, and a lace black thong…which she sees at about the same time, because she makes a little “eep” sound, pulls a t-shirt out, and yanks the zipper closed.
“Here, let me—”
I glare at her, yanking my arm back.
“Dude, I know you can talk, and you’re bleeding badly. Can you just tell me where the hell the cut is?”
My eyes narrow, lips thinning.
“Oh my God, seriously?”
Before I can blink, she grabs the hem of my sleeve and shoves it up high
“Stop—”
Shit.
Her gaze lands on the tattoos on my wrist and forearm. The famous ones that sold sports bikes, and liquor, and fashion.
And records.
Lots and lots and fuckinglotsof records.
Her eyes drag up to mine, widening, her mouth falling open.
“Oh my God—”
“Stay the fuck away from me.”
“Jackson—”
She gasps as I grab her by the neck of her jacket, shoving her back into the shadows against the wall of the hardware store.
“It’s Robbie,” I hiss. “My name is fuckingRobbie.”
“Just like you don’t speak?”
My hand drops her jacket. My pulse thuds as my eyes flay her open, until she’s shivering, her cheeks reddening.
“Go back to wherever the fuck you came from.”
I turn and storm back to the docks, clutching the t-shirt to my throbbing forearm. It’s not until I’ve blown past a napping Albert and cast off my mooring line—not until I’m gunning the engine and guiding the boat back across the bay, that I glance down at the shirt I’ve been bleeding into.
My brain glitches as my eyes narrow on the way too familiar logo, even after all these years.
It’s a fucking Velvet Guillotine shirt.
Why do I get the feeling that the walls I’ve spent ten years building around myself, and this island, and this life, are about to come crashing down.
Walls that have stood for ten years, breached today by five-foot-four of pinksass
