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“I won’t. Because all those delicious pictures are meant only for us,” he replies with a wink.
Felix snarls, “You motherf—”
“Ah. Stop.” I interrupt. “Enough. You’ve done enough. I’m not in trouble. I’m safe here.”
“Safe? This is your definition of safe?” he retorts.
“They care about me,” I say, swallowing away my apprehension to tell him the truth. “And I care about them.”
“Do you even know what they did?” he says through gritted teeth. “They bullied Penelope’s sister and then tried to attack her too.”
“Hey, I didn’t have a fucking choice, and you know that,” Nathan spits out. He glances at Dylan.
“Thanks to your father, who tried to extort my fucking parents by sending information to the police.”
“Let me know when you’re all done,” Alistair murmurs as he sinks down against a pillar and casually lights a cigarette.
“Hey, I’ve got nothing to do with this,” Dylan says, raising his hands. “Leave me out of it.”
“Oh, is that why you took my fucking eye?” Kai growls at him.
“You attempted to go after Penelope,” Dylan retorts, getting up in his face.
“It’s because ofherNathan lost his finger and got his legs broken. Of course I did. He’s a Phantom, and Phantoms protect each other,” Kai says as their foreheads collide.
“Stop it, all of you,” Penelope says. “I hate those boys as much as you do, but all this fighting is getting us nowhere.”
“She’s right,” I say. “Besides, did you forget Dad told us we’d get in trouble if he caught us again?”
“Right,” Dylan says in a long-drawn-out manner. “I forgot about that.”
“Why are we even fighting?” Alistair asks all of a sudden, taking another drag of his smoke. “If this is what she chose, isn’t it up to her to decide?”
Everyone looks at him, even Felix, even though he’s not amused by the concept of letting me decide for myself what I do.
So I cup his face and make him focus on me. “I know you want to protect me. But I can protect myself.”
“How, when you choose them?”
“You don’t know us the way she does,” Kai retorts.
“And I don’t fucking want to,” Felix replies, but then he sighs out loud when he looks at Lana. “But if you want to fucking be with them, that’s on you.”
I take a breath. “Thank you.”
“Soooo … no one’s going to shoot me, right?” Milo mutters.
I snort. “No, Milo, no one’s going to kill you today.”
“Not me,” Alistair murmurs from the pillar he’s seated against.
“Cool, cool, because I’ve taken enough bullets for a whole damn year.”
“Unless you want me to,” Nathan muses, winking at him.
“Wow, what’s this all?” Dylan laughs, pointing at both of them. “Are you guys like … fruity?”
“It’s complicated,” Milo says.
