My cell rings, and I run to it. It’s Jasmine. “Hello?” I snap.
“Hey, where are you?” she demands. I can hear her car in the background, letting me know she’s driving.
“At home.”
“I’m coming to get you. Get dressed.”
I look over my black dress and sigh. “Unfortunately, I am. Where are we going?”
“Well, I just got a text from my ex—remember Trenton? He said he thought Grave was dating my friend, meaning you, and I said yes. He then proceeded to tell me that Grave is at the Airport.”
I fist my hands. “Fighting?”
She ignores my question. “Didn’t you guys have a date tonight?”
“Yes.” Alexa had tonight off, and we were going to go have a girls’ night, but Grave wanted to take me to dinner, so I dropped them for him. Big fucking mistake on my part. “I’ve been waiting two hours for him. He blew me off for the fucking Airport?” My next thought is he did it to spend time with Lucy. She works there.
“Yeah, Trenton said he’s fucked up. Bad. I tried calling Cross, but he didn’t answer. Bones’s phone went straight to voicemail, and I don’t want to bother Titan. When I spoke to Emilee this morning, she said they were coming back early.”
I bow my head, running my free hand through my hair. “What are you saying?”
She lets out a long breath. “I’m saying that this is the time you choose, April.”
“Choose what?” I ask, but I’m already throwing my purse over my shoulder.
“If you’re going to fight for him or not.” She pauses. “Trent saw him with Lucy.”
I swallow the knot that forms in my throat, my heart beating faster at her statement. I was right. He’s with her. But… we agreed we were exclusive, right? That was what he established at lunch today.
This is my fault. I expected too much from him. A guy like Grave doesn’t settle down. He’s been fucking Lucy for years now, according to the girls. If he won’t commit to her, then he won’t commit to me.
He stood me up to be with her. Why not just tell me he couldn’t make it? Or be honest and say,I don’t want to go out with you tonight. Someone better came up.
I decide that I’m going to tell him to go to hell in person.
“I’ll be waiting for you outside.”
TWENTY-SIX
GRAVE
IWAKE UP with a pounding headache and a ringing in my ears that makes it hard to think clearly. My eyes ache from the little bit of light coming into the room. I realize I’m in bed.It’s not mine.But it’s familiar. The purple accents jog my memory—I’ve been here before.
I roll over to see April lying next to me. Sound asleep. “What?” I lift the covers to see she is on her left side, facing me. She has on a men’s shirt from Kingdom, swallowing her up, and nothing else.
Then I look at myself. I’m completely naked.
Fuck!
I lie back and scrub a hand down my face. How did I end up with April last night? I glance back over at her and notice she’s still wearing makeup. Black streaks that I know have to be from tears mark her cheeks.
What did I do to her?
Fuck, we were supposed to have a date. Right? Why can’t I remember it?
Did I physically hurt her? I lift the sheets once again and run my eyes over her exposed skin but see no physical signs.
I crawl out of bed and stumble to the en suite bathroom. Splashing my face with cold water helps jolt me awake, but does nothing for the awful taste in my mouth. I brush my teeth with a random toothbrush. After I gargle with mouthwash, the taste no longer lingers, but my mouth feels like fucking sandpaper.
