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In fact, it dawns on me that no one has said a single word about Drew’s presence that night. Why not?
I’m encased in cotton candy that someone has lit on fire with a flamethrower, but I still manage to walk across the room, carrying my coffee cup. As Drew opens his mouth to answer Daddy, I stand between him and Daddy, breaking their visual field, arch one eyebrow, and say, “May I have a word with you in private?”
“You can say anything you want to me right here, Lindsay,” Drew says evenly.
“I’ll say what I want in the hallway, Drew.”
And with that, I spin around, give Daddy and Mom a look they can’t read, and walk out.
Drew better follow.
Chapter 26
“What the hell is wrong with you?” he hisses the second we’re in the hallway, body language big and intimidating. I’m backed up against a wall, my only potential weapon a half-filled cup of lukewarm coffee.
“Wrong with me? I’m in there being talked about like I asked to be tied up, beaten, and violated by those three guys. What do you think is wrong with me, Drew?”
God help me, he smells so good. I look at his mouth. I kissed that mouth. Yesterday. Why am I thinking about kissing him now? No. I can’t do this. I can’t.
“You know damn well you didn’t ask for it.” If anger and compassion can blend together and live in a set of eyes, it’s happening before me right now, his words biting the air.
“And so do you. Why isn’t anyone talking about the fact that you were there, Drew? And why won’t anyone say the guys’ names? My name gets plastered all over the place. Tara, Mandy and Jenna are talked about. No one mentions you, or Stellan or John or Blaine. What the hell is going on?” I challenge. Our voices are barely above a whisper.
“Because no one ever saw their faces. Or mine,” he explains.
“What?”
“I assume you’ve seen the video, Lindsay.” He stares me down.
“Yes.” I don’t mention the hacking on the island. Too much right now.
“Then you know my face is cut off. And the later part, well....”
“Masks. I know. The fuckers put on masks before they raped me. They planned for it.”
“And they put one on you, too.” He looks like he’s about to throw up or kill someone. Or both.
I sag against the wall. “Right.”
“Because they planned this all out. Made it look like some perverted sex game. Got Tara and Jenna and Mandy to go along with their media circus to smear you. Make it all seem like you wanted it.”
My gut contracts. Whatever he sees in my face as he searches it makes him frown.
“Your dad really kept you in the dark on everything.” His gaze shifts to Daddy’s office door. If looks could kill, Daddy would be a pile of ash.
“All of this is new to me,” I say, gritting my teeth. “Jane told me about Tara and everyone turning on me when I met her for coffee yesterday.”
“And that’s why you ran.”
“Yes.
He smacks the wall over my head, making me flinch.
This is not working. I am the one in charge. I need to know, before this farce of a meeting continues, why no one in that room knows the truth about what happened four years ago, and most of all, why no one is saying the obvious:
Drew was there that night. He let it happen.
My heart is going to explode. I can’t allow it, so I deflect.
