There’s something wrong with the Jordans.
I mean, Kai, I get. Kinda.
But Ezra? I barely ever saw him. And the few times I did, he acted like I was Kai’s imaginary friend.
Was my friendship with Kai waseverreal? Because it sure as hell feels like I made a lot of that shit up. Especially the good bits, where we’d make each other laugh.
It’s bad enough Ezra’s bullying got caught on camera and now there’s some video circulating around out there with my face on it…but what the hell am I going to do about the cops being involved?
Why would they even care about a stupid prank?
Unless that’s not what they’re?—
“Look what the cat coughed up.”
My body locks at the sound of Kai’s voice.
Fuck. As if my night hadn’t already taken a turn for the worse. I slowly turn, my hands gripping the railing on either side of me as I face off with the guy who used to get a kick out of tying me to a tree and seeing how hard I’d struggle before begging him to cut me loose.
The fact that I got a kick out of it is no one’s fucking business but mine.
…the dark in you craves the dark in me…
“You’re following me now?” My voice is hard, my jaw clenching with annoyance.
Kai looks away as he lets out a dismissive laugh. “News flash—the earth doesn’t revolve around you, Heavenly.”
“Really? Because it feels like you’re stuck in my fucking orbit.” I try to push past him, but he sidesteps, blocking me. Then he grabs the railing on either side of me, making sure I can’t go anywhere.
“Seriously?” I tip my head back so I can glare up at him. “I thought you preferred assaulting me in private.”
There’s a flicker in his eye, a tightening around his mouth, but then he’s grinning widely, forcibly.
Fucking maniacally.
“If you don’t think we’re even after the shit you pulled this morning, then you need to get your fucking psycho head examined.” His smile crystalizes as he leans back a little. He presses his fingertips to his chest as he makes big eyes at me. “But don’t take my word for it. There’s a cop out looking for you. When he finds you, ask him.”
Fuck.Fuck!
Blake wasn’t exaggerating.
I try to school my expression to something neutral, but the alcohol soaked into my brain is making it impossible to keep a straight face.
When did I last do a shot with Melissa? Because it feels like whenever that was, it’s only kicking in now. The world is all soggy, and it has nothing to do with the rain. The floor feels like a sponge, the air thick as jello.
“Don’t worry your pretty little head,” Kai says, his grin easier now that he found a bruise to prod. “I won’t say a word. Long as you do the same, of course.”
“What?”
“When that cop comes knocking, andhe will, you and me—” he flicks a finger between us “—we barely know each other. Got it?”
I shove at his chest, trying to extract myself from the situation. Totally unfair that he has me cornered when I’m this intoxicated. Like taking candy from a drunk baby. I don’t stand a chance of defending myself.
Why the hell didn’t I just stay home tonight?
Because then I would have ended up at Bastian’s house.
As if his name is a summons, my eye catches sight of a tall, dark figure behind Kai.
