Was she staying the night with him?
“Huh,” I hummed. My questions only mounted as I watched them.
The careful distance they kept from one another implied there wasn’t anything romantic going on. If anything, it looked like she was carefully leaning away, afraid to get any closer.
My lips pursed as my thoughts whirled.
If they weren’t hooking up, why did he bring her back to the caravan?
I wanted answers, and I wouldn’t get them inside the trailer.
My nosiness getting the best of me, I hurried across the space and slid my feet into some memory-foam sandals—Night’s favorites.
“I’ll be right back,” I called over my shoulder when I reached the door. I glanced back, but Night still wasn’t looking at me.
Figured.
It had been like this too long for me to be disappointed. I’d shoved my emotions down so far, masking them with countless layers of comedy, that I barely felt sadness anymore.
This was what we were: an indifferent magician and his pining pet. And it was probably all we would ever be.
I left without another word.
A second too late, I remembered that I was shirtless, and the chilly air made my skin prickle with goosebumps. Sweatpants with sandals probably wasn’t the most approachable outfit, butI didn’t care. I was simply satisfying my curiosity, not trying to make friends.
I wanted to know who this girl was and where he’d found her, not talk to her; I didn’t have a habit of entertaining women the way Revel did.
I’ve never even kissed a girl for fuck’s sake.
I was simply too nosey for my own good, and one day it would get me in trouble.
Not that I cared. Trouble might as well have been my middle name.
Daze Trouble Rodriguez.
No, that was terrible.
The girl spotted me first, her eyes locking with mine. She looked terrified, the closer I got, but I wasn't sure it had anything to do with me. I was a beta, hardly the threat Revel was, and she’d ridden on his motorcycle with him.
“Fuck off, Daze,” Revel said as soon as I was within earshot.
“Nice to see you too.” I flashed him a grin. “Night and I were just placing bets on whether you’d come back or not. Looks like he lost.” A lie, but I knew it would get under the stuntman’s skin.
His expression darkened.
Mission accomplished.
“You can tell Night to fuck off too.”
“Will do.” I winked. “Who's your friend?”
My eyes shifted to the girl—woman, rather—he’d brought back. She had to be around my age, in her early twenties. My gaze caught on her full bottom lip tucked between her teeth before crawling up to meet her eyes. They shifted between Revel and me, and she took a half-step back like she was afraid I would lunge at her. I frowned.
Do I look like I bite?
If she was afraid of me, she’d run for the hills when she saw Zero. I fought the urge to chuckle.
“We’re not friends.” Revel's voice was still sharp, but that was nothing new. He was about as cuddly as a bed of nails on a good day. “She just needed a ride.”
