Ella’s sneering smile makes me want to puke.
“Yeah, he won five-hundred bucks. Bet some of us he could fuck you without even trying—and he did,” she chirps, then laughs. That fucking laugh.
“Really,” is all I say.
“Mhmm,” he replies.
“Isn’t that handy,” I mutter. I feel the vomit rising but hold it back. Is it the stress or the sickness?
“Then you can move right the fuck along, can’t you, you sorry son of a bitch,” Audrey shouts at Leo, poking in him the chest.
He just smirks, but it doesn’t look right. It looks forced, but I don’t feel well enough to ask.
I look at Elan. “I think I need to—” The world starts spinning, getting hazy. People around me are shouting. “He promised,” I whisper at the same time I get pushed, and that’s when things go black.
