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“Get off me!” I cry out as tears sting the corners of my eyes.
Reece freezes at the sight of them then immediately moves off of me.
I bolt upright as I gasp for air. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry,” I ramble as my mind spins with too many emotions.
Blaise hurries into the room, stopping at the side of the bed. He looks at me helplessly, like he’s trying to figure out what to do next.
“You don’t have to apologize.” Reece sits down on the bed beside me, leaning his head down to capture my gaze. “What do you need? Tell me, please?”
I give a sharp shake of my head. “I’m fine.”
It’s a fucking lie. I’m not fine. At all.
I haven’t been pinned down like that since the incident with Levi, so I didn’t realize that would be a trigger.
Reece hesitantly cups my face. “Talk to me, Al. You used to all the time.”
Used to.
Back when we were friends.
And I trusted you.
“I think I’m just tired,” I lie, leaning away from his touch. “Can you please show me to my room so I can go to sleep?”
His hands lifelessly fall to his lap, and his mouth opens and shuts. Finally, he nods and slides off the bed. Then they both watch me with concern as I get to my feet.
No one speaks as they lead me to my room, but Blaise is watching me like a hawk.
When we reach the door to my bedroom, Reece turns to me. “I’m so sorry,” he whispers.
I’m not sure what he’s apologizing for.
For ending our friendship?
For spreading lies about me around school?
For being part of the fate ceremony?
For pinning me down on the bed?
Or perhaps he’s apologizing for something else, something I don’t know about?
That’s the thing. I can play make-believe with these guys all I want, and pretend like we never stopped being friends. But in the end, the last three years will catch up with me.
It always does.
TWENTY-NINE
REECE
As I watch her step into her bedroom without turning the light on, I feel almost as helpless as I did when Ryder informed us of what was going on three years ago.
After she closes the door without uttering a word, I turn to Blaise. “What the hell was that about?” I whisper while shoving up the sleeves of my shirt.
All the color has drained from Blaise’s face. “Something happened to her.”
“What—”
