Would he sleep with her?
Hazel's eyes brighten further, and excitement grows in her voice. "Unless you prefer I give it to Jagger? I can save Wyatt for yours? After all, we don't want sloppy seconds."
My breath catches in my lungs. I gape at her.
She holds her hands out. "Well? Do you want Wyatt for yourself?"
"Eww. No. Stop talking this way. I'm never sleeping with Wyatt, nor are you sleeping with him or my brothers!" I insist.
She snickers, then turns toward the window. She looks down and stills. "Well, well, well..."
My heart slams harder against my rib cage. I jump to my feet and race to the window, demanding, "What is it?"
"Looks like our boy has gotten into a bit of trouble," she states.
I glance at the yard and then swallow hard, feeling sicker.
Oh no.
Not again.
There's only one person who does that to Wyatt.
Blood stains his clothes. Two large rips slice across his T-shirt. A purplish bruise mars his cheek near a cut in his lip that's still bleeding.
Sebastian flies across the yard, yelling.
Wyatt closes his eyes, squeezes his red-laced knuckles, and winces. He takes a deep breath and slowly turns.
"Who did he fight?" Hazel questions, peering closer to the glass.
My insides quiver. I blurt out, "You have to go."
Shock fills her expression. "Why?"
"Sorry, but you have to leave," I reiterate, and move toward the door. Hazel's a big gossip. The last thing Wyatt needs is her running her mouth all over the high school.
"Stop being dramatic, Willow."
I whip open my door, square my shoulders, and lift my chin. "I'm sorry, but you have to go."
Rage fills her expression. She doesn't move.
"I'm not joking, Hazel," I assert.
She crosses her arms. "I don't have a ride."
"I'll find you one. One of my brothers—" I stop and take a deep breath.
She arches her eyebrows, and her mouth curls at the edges. She suggestively asks, "Which one do you want to drive me?"
"Wait here," I instruct.
"Where are you going?"
I exit my bedroom, shut the door, and rush down the hallway toward the muffled music. I open Ava's door, and she sings "Release me!" at the top of her lungs along with the new artist she's been listening to.
I turn the dial on her radio down. "I need you to take Hazel home."
