“Who my brother is.”
“Oh.” I hear her swallow and the rustle of sheets. “A while, but I—”
“And you weren’t going to tell me you knew?”
“No, Blake, I—”
“Got it.” I jamb my thumb into the bright end call button, heart racing. Adrenaline pumps thickly through my veins as I watch my phone light up with an incoming call, Calla’s name flashing brightly across the screen.
God, I think I’m going to be sick.
With shaking hands, jaw clenching and blood roaring loudly through my ears, I shut my phone down completely, relishing in the way the screen fades to pitch black.
Then I turn, expelling the contents of my stomach ontothe pavement. Wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, I don’t bother to return to the pub, instead I walk, putting one foot in front of the other.
I don’t know where I’m going.
I just want out.
Away.
I hop on the nearest tube, moving on autopilot until I find myself outside of Hudson’s apartment. I can’t go back to mine; Calla has imprinted herself far too much inside the walls of my apartment.
“Hey, mate.” He grins upon answering the door, the smile beginning to slide from his face when he notices me slumped against the doorframe. I can’t imagine I look too good, not after getting the shock of my life and vomiting my guts up outside a pub.
“Who is—Hey Blake,” Giselle calls from her spot on the sofa.
Hudson grips my shoulder, practically holding me up. “What’s up?”
I shake my head, willing my feet to move so I don’t collapse in the hallway to his apartment.
Somehow, I manage to shuffle my way to the sofa, throwing myself down.
“Are you sick?” Gee leans over to place her palm to my sweaty forehead, testing my temperature. “You don’t too good.”
I lick my dry lips, forcing the words from my mouth. “Calla and I are over.”
“Over?!” Giselle cries while Hudson frowns.
“For real or for—”
“For real.”
“Move over, Gee—” Hudson sits beside me, gripping theback of my neck with his hand, staring into my face. “What the fuck’s happened?”
I shake my head, clenching my jaw. “She used me to get to Grey.”
“I don’t get it I—”
Giselle twists her lips. “She’s in love with you, why would she—”
I power up my phone, vehemently ignoring the missed calls and messages littering my notification panel – all from Calla – pulling up the video I was sent.
Hudson and Giselle bow their heads together, intently watching the pixelated video play out across my cracked phone screen.
“Unknown number?” Hudson reads aloud. “Do you know who it is?”
I have a pretty good idea; it’s got to be someone who despises Calla and I together. Plus, somebody who would have access to the cameras in Calla’s workplace.
