“Where the fuck are your clothes?”
We turned to find Lock standing in the doorway.
Zabby sat up, swaying. “Hi,Big Brother Lock.”
“Where are the other members of the boy band?” I asked.
Lock’s eyes were trained on Zabby, jaw clenched. I swore I saw something in his eyes.
Somethingwaybeyond brotherly.
It was as if he’d been hit by a bus, and was also trying to lift the fucking bus.
“Where. Are. Your. Fucking. Clothes.”
We both shared a look, laughing.
“It’s a secret,” I whispered.
And we laughed harder.
“Are you drunk?” Lock demanded. If steam could come out of his ears, it would have.
We both laughed. “Maybe.”
“You let her drink?” He shot me daggers. “It’s a fucking school night and she’s seventeen.”
I looked around.The fuck?Was this the Underworld or a goddamn church?
Zabby shot up, fists clenched, before I could respond. “I’m not seventeen anymore! I haven’t been seventeen formonths.Stop treating me like a fucking child!”
Lock’s eyes flashed.
Whoa. Am I really drunk or did something justpop?
Lock reached over his head, pulling his shirt off by the back of his collar. “Put this on.”
Zabby stuck out her lower lip. “No.”
The muscle in his jaw twitched. He took a step toward her, and she took a step back. Lock’s stare sharpened, and then he was after her. She sidestepped him, running around the couch.
The chase was short-lived. He reached across the couch and threw her over his shoulder.
She waved at me as he carried her up the stairs.
Right as Lock left, Grim came into the room.
“You’re ruining the game.” Zabby’s slurring words disappeared up the stairs.
Damn. There goes my drinking buddy.
Grim leaned on the doorjamb a moment, watching me, a softness in his eyes that was still too much even with my drunken haze.
He came over.
Wordlessly, he bent down and lifted me into his arms, carrying me out of the room and up the stairs.
“Is it true?” I asked. “Am I the reason you’re condemned?”
