Twenty minutes later, he pulls up to my house, and I thank him.
When I go to get out of the car, he finally speaks. “Grave isn’t like the rest of us.”
It makes me pause. I stare at him, waiting for him to elaborate.
He runs a hand down his face before releasing a sigh. “I told him to back away from you.” His eyes burn into mine. “To call off whatever is going on between you two. And I stand by that decision.” My heart pounds at his confession. “He’s not someone you can change, April. And you’re not the type of woman to accept what he has to offer.” He shifts his gaze straight ahead, dismissing me.
Numbly, I open the door and get out. I’m still standing there in complete shock at his words when he drives out of sight. He just said what I already told Grave, but that doesn’t make the pain in my chest hurt any less.
TWENTY-SEVEN
GRAVE
IRIDE THE elevator up to the fifteenth floor in the South Mason Towers. I still feel like fucking shit—dry mouth, pounding head, chest so tight it’s hard to breathe. I feel like someone is sitting on it. I should be in bed, passed the fuck out, but this couldn’t wait. I have something to say.
Lucy isn’t expecting me. I didn’t want to give away the surprise. The elevator stops, and the door slides open. I storm down the hallway and knock on the only door to the right. I wait.
Getting impatient, I go to do it again, but it opens.
“You fucking drugged me!” I shout in Lucy’s face.
Her dark eyes are red and heavy, her blonde hair a tangled mess. All she wears is a tight tank top with a thong while standing at the front door.
She blinks, her eyes trying to focus. “Grave…”
I wrap my hand around her throat and shove her into her penthouse, slamming her back into the wall of the foyer.
I glare down at her, cutting off her air. “It took hours for any memories to come back. And you know what I remembered once they did?” I growl in her face.
Tears fill her eyes, and her lips part.
I shake her viciously. “The water I had on the table. You did something to it while I was looking at the picture April sent me.” I release her, and she falls to her knees, coughing.
It’s the only logical explanation. I didn’t have pills on me when I arrived at the Airport to speak with Trey or while I waited for Ethan. I didn’t have them when I was texting April. But I remember Lucy did.
“What did you give me?” I shout. I don’t know what’s worse. The fact she gave them to me without my knowledge or that she wanted to sabotage my date with April.
“How many, Lucy?” I demand, pounding my fist into the wall.
“I don’t know,” she whimpers. “I just dumped some in.”
“Jesus!” She thought she had to give me a high dosage due to my tolerance. It obviously wasn’t my first time, so she wanted to make sure she gave me enough not to question what was going on.
“I’m sorry, Grave. I…”
I grip her hair and yank her to her feet. She cries out as I shove her onto the glass table, knocking over a crystal bowl that falls to the floor and shatters. “What the fuck were you thinking?”
“I’m sorry.” She sobs. “I’m so sorry.”
I sit at the table, suddenly tired. My eyes grow heavy. I lick my lips.
“How do you feel?” Lucy asks, getting up from her seat.
“Pretty… pretty good,” I answer. Leaning back in the chair, I feel my legs falling open.
The side door to the office opens, and Trey walks out. He said Ethan would be here soon, but I don’t know how long ago that was. He glances at me, then at Lucy. “You kids have fun.” He exits the room, leaving us alone.
Lucy moves closer to me, and I try to sit up, but my body won’t work.
