“She’s great,” Raze said.
“All right,” Gray said, restraint roughening his voice. “Get the fuck out of my house.”
Lock stepped to him. “Or what? Gonna call the police? Tell them about the dealyoutook with the devil?”
Guilt clawed my stomach.Iwas the reason Gray had anything to do with them. I could have found another wayto save Story, one that didn’t involve tying us to the Underworld.
A dark, fucked-up part of me whispered that it wouldn’t have mattered.
I would have always called Grim.
Most people cowered at the mere sight of the Horsemen, but Grayson folded his arms, looking put out.
“I don’t give a shit what you have on me, or what you’ll do. She’s my sister. Get. The. Fuck. Out.”
“What about that pretty little wife?” Raze asked. “Care what happens to her?”
I saw the switch in Gray. The brief flash of fire in his eyes, before an iron coldness took over. He stepped to Raze, until their chests were nearly touching.
Grayson would kill them.
I ran and stepped between them, placing a hand on both their chests.
“It’s fine,” I said, gently pushing my brother farther away. “I’m fine.”
He glared at them for what felt like too long, then stepped back.
“Are you in trouble?” he asked.
I thought about that.AmI in trouble? Yeah, probably. Probably been in trouble longer than the Horsemen were causing it.
I shrugged. “It’s nothing. I needed drugs.”
His brow furrowed, but his muscles noticeably relaxed. “What the fuck, Gemma? I saw the magazine?—”
“I’mfine,” I said, cutting him off.
Grayson’s eyes narrowed on mine for too long. It wasn’t like my pill problem was news to Grayson, but the questions in his eyes mirrored the press.How bad is it really? How long?Should I have seen?—
“Can you please stop acting like you suddenly give a shit?” I snapped. “Save that for Story.”
He opened and closed his mouth, looking like I’d slapped him. He shot one final glare to the Horsemen, then left without another word.
It was cruel, but it worked.
I stared at the empty space he left, feeling naked and vulnerable.
I spun around. They’d all sat back down, and Lock’s black boots marked up the imported glass of my coffee table. My lungs vibrated, my gut squirmed. My world had tipped over, spinning on its axes.
“I’ve been trying to figure out why you’re all here. I’m not so special?—”
“We could have told you that,” Lock said.
“So,” I continued. “I’ve been thinking, maybe you just don’t want Grim near me. I wonder why.” Their feet were on my table, my friends had seen me with them, my brother wasworried, and this wasnotthe fucking deal.
They were silent, but a tension threaded their muscles.
I was poking places I shouldn’t. And yet…
