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Stars and planets, space unfolds,
Through a night gone dark and cold
Shines a sparkling gilded soul…
My soul is thick and black as pitch. I see, hear, feel nothing as I wander through the crowd until Sullivan’s hands grip my arms.
He looks into my face, his eyes dark and unsmiling.
“Did you tell Martinique?”
My stomach does another sickening roll.
“Yes,” I whisper. “But I?—“
“You promised me you wouldn’t.”
The look on Sully’s face is devastating because it’s devastated.I broke his trust. I hurt him.
I’m stuttering and stammering, trying to explain that I didn’t actually tell Martinique until this morning, that Jessica guessed the truth all on her own…
But then I realize it doesn’t matter. Jessica got her information out of Martinique either way, and I still broke my promise.
I stop and hang my head. “I’m sorry.”
Sully’s face is pale, his jaw iron tight. “What were you talking to Davis about?”
I don’t want to tell him but I don’t dare lie again. “We were talking about prom night. Why you…fought him.”
Sully’s dark eyes flash. “What did he say?”
“He said you attacked him for no reason.”
“And you believe him?”
“No! I—“ But Sully’s already turning away, furious.
I grab him by the arm, pulling him back. He wheels on me, face storming with fury.
“You still think that’s who I am! A psychopath who’d beat the shit out of a friend. You don’t trust me whenyou’rethe one who broke your promise. I haven’t lied to you since we started this. I kept my word, I haven’t let you down. But you still don’t believe in me.”
Tears streak down my cheeks, hot, flooding. “That’s not true! I?—“
We’re interrupted by Angus, who flings a heavy arm around Sullivan’s shoulders, as much for support as for camaraderie. He’s falling-down drunk.
He blows boozy breath into Sully’s face. “I hope this place you’re showing me tomorrow’s better than the last one?—“
Then he blinks his bloodshot eyes, noticing the state of his blubbering assistant.
“What’s wrong with Theo? Lovers’ quarrel?”
“Too much salsa on her taco,” Sullivan says coldly. “We’ve never had a lovers’ quarrel.”
“Consuela’s a sadist,” Angus agrees, mopping my cheeks with a sticky drink napkin.
By the time he stops, Sullivan has slipped away through the crowd.
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