But he didn’t open his eyes, didn’t stop kissing.
Grim and I had kissed only that one time on the beach. There was something profoundly bullshit about the fact that he wouldn’t kiss me, but he’d shove his tongue down some random girl.
Maybe that was why I found myself at his feet.
Why I bent over and slapped him.
TWENTY-ONE
GEMMA
Conversation stopped. Heads turned to stare. You didn’t talk to the Horsemen without prior permission, let aloneslapthe head.
I didn’t give a shit. What was he gonna do, kill me?
“Are you fucking kidding me?”You’re out here kissing some random chick. “I’ve got three assholes ruining my life.”
Grim dragged his hand across the spot I slapped on his jaw, a small smile playing on his lips. Slowly his eyes found mine. A dangerous humor ignited the dark depths. Like a shark in the water thinking my cage was so cute, as if it could protect me.
“And that’s my problem, why?”
A shiver ran up my spine.
I swallowed. “It’s clearly your doing.”
I was tall. Taller than all the girls at my school. I towered at a cool five-ten. But with Grim, I had to crane my neck tosee into his eyes.
“You—”
He gripped my chin, cutting me off. I sucked in a breath as he dragged his thumb across my bottom lip, pulling it down to see my teeth.
“Go home, Gemma.”
He released me and fell back into the couch. Spiky hot liquid filled my chest. Indignation? Maybe. Or maybe it was the girls who immediately draped themselves over him.
I inhaled, finding calm. Practicing that bullshit breathing my therapist used to make me do.
Breatheone…two…three?—
Fuck this.
“How much do they know about what happened that night?” I asked.
He stilled before slowly finding my eyes. “Enough.”
I laughed. “Enough.All right. Do they know you fucked me? Do they know you’re still touching me? What about the bodies?—”
Before I knew it, he was in front of me, his mass shoving me farther and farther back until I nearly tripped.
“Do you like your world?” he gritted. “Do you like your pretty things and the stupid shit you think is power? Then go home, stop digging.”
“I have more important things to deal with right now than your fucking Horsemen.”
He laughed. “I’m sure you do, Rich Girl.” A slight smirk pulled his gaze narrower, like he could see through me to things I hadn’t even noticed about myself.
“Oh, and what’s that supposed to mean?”
“You got real important shit, huh? What rich loser you gonna marry? What party you gonna throw? What bitch you gotta backstab this week? Yeah, real. Important. Shit.”He emphasized each word by stepping closer, until I was forced back against the balcony’s private bar.
