“No.” Not yet. Won’t take long. “This is from you, Bronwyn. Can you do that for me?”
“Of course.”
“Thank you.”
I step out into the cold night air, and it hits my overheated skin. Steam rises from my body. My breath comes in clouds.
I lean against the car for a moment, letting my heart rate slow, letting the adrenaline drain away.
But before I go home, I need answers. I send Erin a text.
How the fuck did you get here? You were supposed to be going home
I hope she hears the implied raised eyebrow there.
Erin
Overheard your cousin say you’d be there, so I told the guard to bring me after we dropped Bridget off at home
I go to respond when another message pops up.
Erin
Also. You’re a monster.
And I grin at the words. Is that right, darlin’? Am I such a monster that you ran from me? Or did you have to come see for yourself?
But then three dots appear. She’s typing again.
Erin
But I’m…
beginning to see the appeal of the villain.
I close my eyes and lean my head back against the car.
Christ.
This girl is going to destroy me.
Or save me.
Maybe both.
Chapter Fifteen
Erin
I cannot getCavin out of my mind. But it probably has something to do with the fact that the bastard texts like athousandtimes a day.
Cavin
Is your location on?
Cavin
My mother would like to talk to you about favors for the party.
