“What the fuck!”
Her body jerks away from mine faster than a fastball.
I turn.
Kamden stands on the field, staring at us.
Rage written all over his face.
“Fuck,” I mutter under my breath, keeping my eyes locked on him.
“Kamden,” Amelia says, her voice shaking.
“Shut up, Amelia,” he snaps. “Wilder, what the fuck!”
Anger flashes through me instantly.
No one tells her to shut up. Not even him.
He charges up the steps and onto the platform, closing the distance fast.
“Kamden, stop!” Amelia yells.
“It’s okay,” I murmur to her quietly, stepping slightly in front of her.
His fist lands before I can say anything else.
Hard.
Right at the corner of my mouth.
My head snaps to the side. The taste of blood hits instantly.
“You son of a bitch!” he roars.
I straighten slowly, touching the split in my lip, eyes never leaving his.
“You tell Amelia to shut up again,” I say evenly, my voice low and dangerous, “and you’ll get a hell of a lot more than my fist.”
My lip burns. My jaw aches. But none of that compares to the look in Kamden’s eyes.
Betrayal.
Not just anger.
Betrayal.
“You’re dead to me,” he spits, stepping closer like he’s ready to swing again.
“Kamden, stop!” Amelia cries behind me.
“Shut up!” he snaps again without even looking at her. “You don’t get to say a damn word right now.”
That’s it.
I shove him back hard enough that he stumbles a step.
“You don’t talk to her like that,” I growl.
