It was a group shot with five girls leaning together, drinks in hand, grinning at the camera. The focus was on them. But Dylan was a shadow in the back corner, dressed all in black. Her head was thrown back, a big smile spread across her face.
She looked different.
Happier, obviously.
But also, calmer.
Less guarded.
All that was shit that Roach took from her.
He had a fuckuva lot to pay for.
“I was hoping we’d know enough to know if we can trust her,” Slash said.
“She saved my life,” I reminded him.
“Yeah,” he agreed. “There’s that.”
“Maybe we shouldn’t prejudge her,” I said, getting a brow raise from Saint, but Slash let it slide. “She’ll be here—now,” I said when the door flew open.
Then there she was.
“I figured it was only fair that I let myself in here when you let yourself into my room,” she said, shooting me a ‘Whattaya gonna do about it?” smirk.
“You broke into her room?” Slash asked. I could hear the question hanging there between the words.Why didn’t you investigate?
“I dropped off her medication,” I said, shrugging. “I couldn’t leave it outside the door.”
“Sure. That’s all it was. Just like you’re not all here, looking like zombies, because you didn’t spend all night trying to research me. How’d that go?” she asked. The light in her eyes suggested she knew exactly how it went.
“Did you have your info scrubbed, or did it never exist?” Rook asked.
“I have social media,” she said, making Rook look defeated. “But it’s under a fake name and I don’t use my picture.”
“Why?”
“I knew a girl in school who got stalked something fierce by some creep who came across her online. Stuck with me. Made me careful. You know, you could have just asked me anything you wanted to know,” she said, looking at Slash.
“I wanted something to compare what you said to.”
“I’m a lot of things, but I’m not a liar. I’m here to answer anything you want to know.”
“When did your cherry get popped?” Raff asked, making me shake my head.
But Dylan just shot him a bland look. “Seventeen. He was twenty-six. And, no, at the time, I didn’t realize how fucked up that was.” She paused, then shot Raff a little grin. “You’re not going to get a rise out of me. Believe me, I’ve heard and seen some shit.”
“Can I get you something to drink?” I asked. “Coffee?” I suggested when her gaze slid to the one in my hand. There was some kind of battle going on there. Maybe something to do with her sugar or something. I had no idea. But I suddenly wanted to learn everything I could about diabetes.
“Do you have any diet soda?”
“Just about every kind,” I said. At her scrunched brows, I added, “Club girls.”
“Right. Cherry then. So, what do you want to know?” she asked, looking at Slash.
“What was your club into?”
“Into?”
