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“So wait,” I ask because this is need to know information. “You slept with both Damon and Ezra?”
Her cheeks are red now, damn near the same color as her hair. “It’s a long story—“
“And speaking of stories,” Ivy interrupts, her attention back on me. “What’s the deal with Brinley and Shane? You’re her bestie. I bet you have all the gossip.”
Luca busts into the conversation before I can answer. “Can we save this for lunch? It’s almost time to eat, and we need to get these platters to the table. Brinley should be here soon, and we can ask her.”
I slouch on my stool, all the stories swirling around my head. I knew these people were nuts, but apparently it runs deeper than I thought.
Grabbing a platter, I paste on the usual fake smile because I don’t want anybody to know what’s going through my head right now. “Yeah, let’s get these outside. I’m starving.”
They buy the lie, thankfully, and after Brinley arrives, we’re given the full story of the Inferno.
The good, bad, and the ugly.
It only leaves me with more questions about a man I’m wondering if I was wrong to trust.
. . .
“I don’t need a bodyguard.”
Damon and I are sitting outside my apartment, the strap of my bag held firmly in my hand, my hair hanging down the side of my face as a curtain to block my expression.
After lunch, everybody went their own way, and when I asked to pick up more clothes from my place, I’d intended for Damon to drop me off.
“I’m not letting you out of my sight. Not until this thing with the governor—”
“He didn’t blow up your cars! Isn’t that what you told me after the meeting with the guys? It was someone else.”
After lunch, all the boys came down to steal the food from the girls’ lunch table. Luca didn’t mind; she’d made enough.
While eating, they shared what they had figured out about the cars and vandalism of their houses, the entire thing done by the guys Damon and Shane had fought at Myth.
It was good information to learn because it gave me a reason to end this bullshit charade where I’m supposedly a target of Governor Callahan.
It told me I can get back to my life. And my anger at all the damn secrets and chain of events of these past few days is enough to send me running.
I just want to be a dancer in a cage again. One without worries about flash drives, the governor, fucked-up families, my mother and most of all, the secrets that continue to swirl behind Damon’s eyes.
Refusing to bring up what I learned from the girls about Damon’s relationship with Emily and all the other things these guys have done to so many people, I agreed to let Damon drive me home to get more clothes, but now I’m done being part of this.
Too much has happened, and my mind is spinning more than it ever has. I need to escape to my music so I can pretend that everything in my life is normal.
Damon’s amber stare locks me in place. “We still have to figure out what to do about—“
“A bunch of shit that has nothing to do with me,” I argue.
He grins. “Except your brother still has the flash drive—“
“Then go babysit him.”
I can’t take anymore, and the anger that was devouring me earlier is controlling me now. I know that, but I can’t get my head straight enough to deal with any more of this.
I need time to think.
To process.
To figure out if it’s healthy for me to continue in whatever this is with Damon.
