But I scroll my phone, lingering over Lucas’s name.
He would come. Immediately.
I try to push away the suspicion in the back of my mind that it’s just a reason to see him, but it’s not that. I… I just don’t want to ask my family for anything. Before I know what I’m going to say, I dial Lucas.
I hold the phone to my ear, hearing it ring, but as if I’m waking up, I quickly jerk it away from my ear. “Shit.”
I hang up before he answers, even though he’s going to see that I called. I don’t want his help, either. Not after this morning.
Taking a step, I start to move toward the kitchen, but I stop. Someone could be in there. Someone had to open the mirror. Were they going in or coming out?
I could go out the front door, but the car could be out there.
I dial Hawke. He’s the one who made me keep the damn mirror in the first place.
But as the line rings, realization swirls in my head.
He made me keep the mirror...
Actually, he was adamant about it.It’s beautiful…it adds character…a great Instagram shot for customers…
And you have no idea what problems are behind it. Deal with it down the road, he’d said.
My heart pounds in my ears, drowning out any other noise.
He knew about this.
They all knew about this. Kade, Aro, Hunter, Dylan…
Memories surge of the times they just seemed to show up and I hadn’t seen them enter the shop. Or when food would go missing overnight, but I hadn’t gotten a notification of anyone entering on the exterior security cameras.
My mouth falls open as shock and rage flood my chest and head.
The ringing stops, Hawke picking up the line. “You’re up late.”
I just stand there, words on the tip of my tongue, but they’re the wrong words, and I don’t know how to be sly. I’m not like them.
Do I want to call him out?
“Y–yeah,” I stutter. “Sorry.”
I’m not sure a fight is the way I want to go yet. I need to be certain he lied to me.
“Just wanted to touch base before I forget,” I tell him, swallowing to wet my throat. “You seemed to love the mirror in my shop. Do you want it before I donate it? I’m having it removed tomorrow—”
“No, don’t…”
Heat instantly courses through my muscles, and I exhale.
Oh, he knew all right. The whole damn time.
I open my mouth to yell at him, not just because I should’ve known about a secret entrance to my business, but he lied to me. They all lied to me. For how long?
My mind races, going back over the years and knowing they were in and out of the shop while I was away at school, but I just assumed they were being protective and checking on things for me. Or having some fun with the kitchen.
Why didn’t they tell me?
My eyes sting. They didn’t trust me.
