“Nope,” I say.
Beckett steps closer, grabbing my arm. He twists it, so I push his chest.
“The fuck!”
“It’s broken,” Beckett laughs, stepping back.
Silas stares down at my arm. “You saying it was from Jax?”
“I’m not saying shit.”
“But to Coach,” Silas points out.
I glare at him. “Coach is the only one who’s going to demand an answer.”
“Then we’d better act like we’re getting revenge on Kingsway the next time we play against UCLA.”
“Easy enough,” I say.
They stare, waiting for me to continue talking.
“What?”
Beckett pushes my arm again, and I exhale. “How’s our prince?” He laughs. “Will he need true love’s kiss to wake up?”
I stare at him.
“Weren’t you in there?” Silas asks.
I nod. “His room was empty when I passed. The princess was in the waiting room, so––”
“Putting that together means…” Silas puts his hands in front of him. “Surgery.”
“They might need a lifesaving miracle.”
Beckett scoffs. “You look like shit. You should get Serena to put makeup on that bruise. Put ice to reduce the swelling. It’ll raise fewer questions.”
My jaw tightens. “We should have killed him.”
The fact that I mean that doesn’t scare me. It probably should.
Silas snorts. “And done what? Buried him?”
“Yes.”
“Maybe we can visit the hospital and finish the job,” Beckett adds.
I bite down. “It might just take true love’s kiss to break the spell. But not unless we get to him first. I want to watch him fucking suffer.”
Beckett chuckles. “Agreed. Last night wasn’t good enough.”
Silas agrees. “So what the fuck are we gonna do? Sit around here and talk about it?”
I shake my head. “Doesn’t matter now. I doubt the spell will break. We did good, boys. Let’s get the fuck out of here.”
Silas and Beckett exchange a look. “Are you going to go home?”
“No.” It comes out fast and sharp. Beckett’s eyes narrow, catching the crack in my voice. I force my shoulders back. “We were supposed to have family therapy this morning,” I say. They all know about family therapy. My mom, Dr. Celeste Rhodes, is a renowned forensic psychologist, and for that reason, we have all been going to family therapy since I was ten. I usually skipped out on most of the sessions, because they both know I am presenting a façade whenever I attend, but ever since…well, ever since Nessa.
