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“What guy?” Ronny asks, his eyes firmly on Ciarán.
Ciarán looks at me briefly. “Older guy. Not one of mine. Fuck knows what else.”
Ronny shrugs. “Guessed he was with Ruby seeing as she showed up right behind him and spoke to him before he turned around and left.”
Ciaran’s eyes narrow but he accepts that. “Fine.” He releases the elevator and the doors slide shut.
“Tinks,” Ciarán asks, facing me. “Are you okay? What you saw earlier was savage.”
“I’m okay,” I mutter, entering the apartment with Thal leaning heavily on me. He collapses on the sofa and closes his eyes. “Sure he is?”
“Yeah,” Thal grunts. “Let me sleep.”
Gritting my teeth, I glare at him. “You don’t need to be so fucking hard.”
“Says who?”
“Me.”
“I’m hard as nails. Toughest cunt you’ll come across. S’who I am, Summerbell.”
“You’re pigheaded and an ass.”
“Those too.”
“Humph.” Folding my arms across my chest, I sigh. “Well, you two have fun being so hard. I need to go and...be somewhere else.” Turning with a huff, Ciarán grasps my arm lightly, drawing me to a stop.
“Tinks. Is everything okay?”
“You keep asking me that.”
“Because I’m not sure, and I’m worried about you.”
“I’m fine. Tired.”
He nods slowly and lets me go. With a stiff smile, I hurry down the corridor to the bedroom, rushing inside and closing the door behind me. I need space. I need time to process this news and figure out what the hell I’m going to do about it. Ronny makes it all seem so cloak and dagger, but why? Why would my parents fake their deaths and do whatever it was my dad was doing in that warehouse the other night? None of it makes any sense.
I’m so fucking annoyed. Angry. Incensed. How dare they? How dare they keep this from me? I feel like I’ve been waiting for them to come back, to swoop in and save me from a life which was carting me to a place I didn’t want to go, and all the while, they’ve been here.
And yet...I can’t help but feel that there’s more to the story, more to the whole thing. Something that I’m not getting, something that Ronny isn’t divulging.
Raking my hands through my hair, I pace around the room. I feel like a caged animal, needing to break free, but I can’t.
What am I going to do?
“Summer? Are you okay?”
Turning around, I see Ciarán leaning against the door. His hand is bandaged up and his face is a mess. He must be in pain, but he doesn’t look like he’s in agony. I shake my head.
“What is it?” he asks softly. “What’s wrong?”
“I can’t...it’s too much.”
“Talk to me.”
“I-I can’t.”
“You can.”
