“Yeah,” I muttered.
“Sorry,” he reached out and gave my arm a light squeeze. “I know I said I’d only ask you three questions.”
“I get it,” I forced a smile, shaking off the memories.
“But I have one more.”
I rolled my eyes and motioned for him to ask. There was a moment of silence, and I braced myself for what else I was going to have to divulge.
“What happened in the bathroom?”
I blinked, completely surprised by the question.
“Did you hurt yourself?”
My heart skipped a beat and, for a second, I wondered if he’d somehow found evidence of what I’d done. But I knew that he hadn’t been in the bathroom to find any.
“Seriously, what are you talking about?”
He licked his lips and flicked his gaze to my hand that was holding my fork.
“You’ve got dried blood under your fingernails.”
I looked down at my hand, my fork clattering against the counter.Fuck me.
“It’s not—”
“Shiloh, I know you. I pushed you with all the questions, and when you get upset or panicky, you hurt yourself.”
I gave Enoch a ‘bullshit’look, and he tapped his finger on the sleeve covering my forearm.
“I remember that day like it was yesterday. And I’ve seen you several times since you’ve gotten here digging your nails into your skin.” My heart was fluttering against my ribcage.Fucking observant prickface.“And with the blood under your nails, that wasn’t there before you went to the bathroom, it’s obvious something happened. Something like you hurting yourself.”
The urge to flee was unavoidable and I slipped off the chair, taking several steps away from him.
“This isn’t a judgement, Shiloh—dammit, I mean Emory. I promise. I just want to make sure that you’re okay.”
“Fucking judge me all you want,” I shrugged, trying and failing to maintain a calm façade. “I don’t give a fuck. And Idon’t have to explain myself to you.” My breath was choppy as I reached for my purse from the counter.
“And you don’t need to, Emory. I just want to make sure whatever you did in the bathroom isn’t going to do you serious harm.”
I swallowed the saliva pooling in my mouth.
“No, fuck this. Goodbye, Enoch.”
I was already halfway down the stairs, running with a renewed sense of energy as adrenaline began to kick in. But at the bottom of the stairs, blocking my exit, was Jae.
“Great. This is just fucking great. Move, Jae,” I spat, stopping several steps from the bottom of the staircase.
I noticed his gaze stray behind me and realized Enoch was blocking me in from the top of the stairs. The fuckers had me trapped.
“If you don’t move and let me leave right fucking now, I’m going to put you on your fucking ass you fucking cumwipe.”
Jae smirked and crossed his arms over chest. He cocked his head, giving me a once over from head to toe. “Are you now? That’s hilarious. I’d really like to see you try.”
I ground my teeth and huffed with exasperation.This fucking bag of sweaty dick tips.
I gave him a sarcastic smile and descended until I was standing on the step above him. “Have it your way, shit stain.”
