But it all just came rushing back.
The rage. The shame. The fucking guilt.
Kai Jordan can’t handle his emotions on a good day.
I’ve been reeling ever since she left. And when I saw her outside Rooke’s class that first day, the way her face lit up like none of it had affected her even a little…
Game over.
Now she’s glaring at me like she expects me to put all that shit into words…and I don’t even know where to fucking start.
“I’m sorry.” I clear my throat, try again. “I’m fucking sorry, okay?”
She stares at me with open disbelief. “Yeah, and?”
I know it’s not enough, but Jesus, she could at least fucking acknowledge?—
“I’m fucking sorry! I was angry at you. I—I fuckinghatedyou. But I didn’t wantthis.”
“You didn’t want what, Kai?” Her voice is sickly sweet as she arches against me, batting her eyelashes at me like we’re goddamn flirting. “Another man to hold me down while you fucked me? Or for me to get raped by our professor while I was unconscious? Which part are you mostsorryfor exactly?”
A muscle in my jaw tics as my hands curl into fists at my sides.
“I didn’t know that was going to happen,” I say, so quietly I’m not sure she can hear me.
“Whichpart, Kai?” she snaps.
My arms slide away from the wall, my eyes dropping.
“All of it, Heavenly. Fucking all of it.”
Her silence forces my gaze up.
Slack face.
Wide eyes.
She heard something in my voice—something I still can’t admit, even to myself.
I clear my throat again, but I still sound hoarse when I say, “Rooke won’t bother us again, because I’ve got something on him too.”
“Yeah? Like what?” She tilts her head, trying to look and sound unaffected, but we’ve known each other for too long.
It’s been years, but Little Miss Heavenly can still sense when I’m bleeding inside.
“I…” I glance around us, but the next class has begun and the halls are almost entirely cleared out. “I was there.”
She says nothing for a moment.
And Jesus, her silence is so fucking loud.
When she speaks, her voice is tight. “Where, Kai?”
“Your room. On Tuesday. I…I saw.” The words are sticking in my throat like a gassy sip of beer I can’t swallow.
“Saw what?” she asks carefully.
“Everything.” I lick my lips. “I…recorded it. That’s why he can’t touch us anymore. If he so much aslooksin our direction?—“
