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I know Yelina is into me—she has been since the day I arrived—but I’ve never been one for romance, not until Wynn.
Our eyes meet and I try to give Wynn a reassuring grin, but it must fall short because her brows knit and sorrow ebbs into my soul from those beautiful brown eyes.
Lanston clears his throat and mutters, “So, Yelina is going to town tonight, Liam. You should go with her.”
That gets my attention.
“I don’t really want to go out tonight.” I shift uneasily in my seat. Fucking asshole, he knows I try to avoid Yelina like the plague.
Yelina’s smile falters, but she straightens back up. “Well, it’s not like Wynn will be able to hang out with you tonight. She’s spending the evening with him.” Her thumb juts into Lanston’s chest and he flinches.
My cheeks heat with jealousy.
Wynn looks at Yelina indifferently. “She’s right, you should have fun.” Her raspy voice hurts to hear.
The bite wound burns on my arm, reminding me that she hurt me before wrapping me up tenderly. I want to hold her. I want to tell her it’s okay. I want to make her forget everything that happened today.
“Fine, I’ll go with you, Yelina.” I rest my elbow on the table and lean my chin on my palm. Wynn avoids meeting my eyes and Lanston frowns, worry pulling his brows low.
I can’t believe he thought I’d hurt her… I’d never.
Yelina clasps her hands together and giggles, clearly unable to read the depressive mood of the table. “I’ll go get ready now! Pick me up out front in twenty.” Her blonde hair waves behind her as she hurries away toward the dorm wing of the manor.
I guess I should get dressed too so I don’t look like a bum.
“I’ll see you tonight,” I say over my shoulder. I don’t miss the dull ache I see in Wynn’s eyes.Lanston, make her smile, make her not want to die.I grit my teeth and force myself to leave.
I zip up my black leather coat and wear my least distressed dark-blue jeans. My mind won’t stop swarming with what Wynn and Lanston are going to do tonight. How is she feeling? Is she really okay? I don’t know if he can help her the way I can.
She was made forme—not him.
I take the side stairwell to the underground garage and remotely start my car. It’s been a while since I’ve taken a drive. Maybe this won’t be so bad. Yelina isn’t completely insufferable.
My white Camaro is spotless, still basically new and hardly used. A frown pulls the side of my lips as I get in and set my hands on the steering wheel. I used to tear out of back roads and race through highways late at night.
Back when I had friends.
Before I took to hurting myself.
Before my brother died.
Chills crawl up my spine and I have to suppress the urge to run back inside.
Yelina stands beneath the front canopy in a tight, marigold-yellow dress. Shit. I should’ve asked why she wanted to go to town because she’s not dressed for grocery shopping or a bar.
Her green eyes warm on me as she slips inside and fastens her seatbelt. She smells like grandma perfume and dead things.Ugh.
“You look nice,” she says smoothly.
“Thanks. You too. So, where are we going?” I say tightly, returning my eyes to the road.
Yelina slides a hand across my thigh and goosebumps crawl up my arms. “I was planning on going to that steakhouse they have at the edge of town.”
My brows pull together. “Don’t you need a reservation for that place?”
Her lips curl. “Yep.”
“What if I didn’t want to go with you tonight?”
