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My jaw tics once as I turn to walk back to where Mason and the guys wait, but a pair of turquoise eyes catch my attention, Emily’s stare locked on me.
She casts a quick glance at my father and back to me, and even from this distance, I can see the suspicion swirling behind those eyes and the first spark of her fire.
Fuck...
There’s nothing I can do but ignore it. If I give even the slightest indication that my father was responsible for the bruises she used to hate, nobody will be able to stop that woman from confronting him.
I have no doubt Emily would find ways to smash down brick walls to get to the man who caused them.
And knowing that doesn’t make the way I feel about her any easier. If anything, it’s exactly why I still haven’t been able to let her go.
“What did that fat fuck want?”
Mason’s stare locks to mine, but rather than answering him, I study my brother.
To everybody else, it looks like Damon is handling this well, but I know him better than that.
Memories crash through his head as violently as mine, the voices and images of forced betrayal that is chained to us with hooks through our skin.
“We should go get those drinks,” I say instead of answering Mason. “But let’s go to one of our houses instead of out to a bar. I don’t think any of us are in a mood to be trusted.”
Jase laughs at that.
“Not sure about you sorry assholes, but I’m all good.”
I cut him a look and he shrugs. “What? It seems like I’m the only one without a problem tonight.”
“Should I bring up Everly?” I ask.
The smile on his face vanishes. “Fuck you.”
Laughing at that, I tilt my head toward the mansion. “You all should go wait by the limos. I’ll see if I can find Gabriel and Sawyer to let them know we’re leaving.”
“What about Shane?” Mason asks.
My lips curl knowing what that bastard is up to.
“He’ll find his own way home.”
They take off, and I spin a slow circle in place looking for the other two.
When I spot Gabe, he’s already heading in the group’s direction to walk up front with them. But there’s no sign of Sawyer.
I pull out my phone and send him a quick text, a response coming through almost immediately to tell me he’ll meet us up front.
With that problem solved, I run a hand through my hair and head toward the house. I’m walking around the side of the grand staircase when my jacket is grabbed and I’m tugged aside. Not far because the person yanking on me is half my size.
Smirking down at Emily, I silently follow her into a small hallway much like the one I’d dragged her into earlier.
She crosses her arms over her chest and stares up at me, concern bleeding through her expression.
“Are you okay?”
“Why wouldn’t I be?”
She gets that look on her face that’s always amused me, the one that calls me out on my bullshit without the need for her saying the first word.
Apparently, she can read me, too.
