“I didn’t get his name.”
“But you can describe him to the police.”
She stays quiet.
“He f**king assaulted you, Daisy. He’s not getting away with this sh*t.”
“I don’t want to cause more trouble, really. Let’s just forget about it.”
“You want me to f**king forget about it?” His eyes fall to her waist where he saw the bruise. And then he stands and tries to pull her shirt up.
Connor chokes on his wine. I rub his back with a mechanical hand. I really want to smack Ryke’s head, but I’m restraining myself—something Ryke clearly cannot do.
“I gave you way too much credit,” Connor tells him. “I thought you were smart enough not to do that on camera.”
“On camera?” Lo interjects. “How aboutnot at all.”
Daisy waves her hand from the ground, still texting. “Right here, guys.”
Ryke extends his arms. “What do you want from me? She just told me she got mauled by some fucking angry idiot on the street, and she wouldn’t tell me how bad it was.”
“For the record, it wasn’t that bad.”
“It was fucking bad.” Ryke glares at her. “Your whole side was fucked up.”
“What isfucked up?” I say in worry. “Do you need to go to the doctor, Daisy?”
“I already went,” she says. “I’m fine. No internal bleeding?—”
“I’m going to strangle you,” I tell Ryke. I step towards him, and Connor clutches my arm, pulling me back to his chest. My sister wasthathurt and no one thought to inform me?!
“Why are you fucking yelling at me?” Ryke shouts. “I’m not the one who tossed her to the ground.”
“You should have told me!”
“Daisy didn’t want you to know,” Ryke retorts. “Is it that hard of a concept? You freak the fuck out, Rose. You’re about to hyperventilate right now.”
I’m not.
And then I realize that my chest rises and falls in a strange, uneven rhythm. Okay, maybe I’m not all there. But I hate that Daisy was hurt and I was purposefully left out of the secret. I should have remembered they were keeping something from me. I should have been by her side while she was at the doctor’s. This is my fault. If we didn’t have the reality show, she wouldn’t have met such a hostile pedestrianwithouta bodyguard.
“Were you alone at the doctor’s?” I ask Daisy.
“Ryke went with me.”
At least she wasn’t alone. But Lo glares at him, hardly thinking he’s a good replacement. He’s better than no one.
I glance back at the big screen.Ryke and Daisy stop fighting each other. He holds her arms while she stares up into his brown eyes.
“I’m fine,” she says.
“The more you keep saying that, Calloway, the less I believe you. What’d he do, body slam a hundred-twenty-pound girl on the f**king ground?”
“No, we wrestled. In the mud. There were cheerleaders in attendance too.”
“Shut the f**k up.”
She grins. “It’s funny.”
