“I’ll take some trail mix, love.” My dad snatches her bag.
“Dad,” Jane says, her voice soft and wary. “We are telling the truth.”
Connor barely blinks. “I have to stick with the facts.” He pauses. “And I want you two to realize the health risks if?—”
“Stop.” Rose covers his mouth with her hand.
My mom bursts into tears. Aunt Daisy wipes her eyes with the edge of her shirt.
“Fucking A, Cobalt,” Ryke growls.
My dad looks sick.
“We’re not having sex!” I yell, veins almost protruding in my neck. I set my hands on my head, breathing hard.Farrow.
I almost turn to my right. Expecting him to be there. He’s always next to me, but he’s outside the closed door. Listening to my frustration and fury.
Ryke points to me. “Explain the fucking bite marks.”
“It wasn’t me,” Jane says, still sitting, but confidence and power boosts her words.The truth.
It’s the goddamn truth.
“Then who the fuck was it?” Ryke asks me.
Shit.
Shit.
Shit.
Jane, Farrow, and I already talked aboutthesecret. The real one. Where I’m sleeping with my bodyguard. Jane said, “I’m not going to be the reason you two go public.”
She was adamant that we not expose our secret to the world. She’s intelligent and calculated and she told me, “There’s no certainty the media will even believe you and Farrow were dating. They’ll most likely say it’s a ploy to hide our supposed love affair. The timing is suspicious. And then what, Moffy? Farrow loses his job and his privacy. You get a new bodyguard. And everyone willstillbelieve we’re having sex.”
There’s no evidence of Farrow and I hooking up. We have no texts to leak. No email thread. No photos from the past. No video footage. Us being so damn careful—I never thought that’d work against us.
Compare that load ofnothingto the countless photographs and evidence of Jane and me together. All the times we’ve hugged. Where we’ve kissed each other’s cheeks. My arms wrapped around her shoulders. Her head on my chest.
We’re close.
We’ve always been close, but now every photograph can be twisted. Add in the hours ofWe Are Callowayfootage where we both talk about how much we love each other. Platonic love—but that can be distorted too.
Even the Hallow Friends Eve is now packaged as evidence. Media posted the photo of me cradling Jane in my arms. I’mpractically naked. She’s in her pajamas. They say it’s too close for cousins.
For the first time in my life, I feel isolated. Alone. Like Jane and I have boarded a lifeboat and been pushed out into a swelling ocean.
“Maximoff,” Ryke forces. “Who bit you?”
I prepared myself to deal with tabloids, the world. Not my family. And while you may think the world would be a worse battle—it’s not.
This is worse. This isgut-wrenching.
“Not Jane,” I say strongly.
“The bite marks can’t be from a one-night stand though,” my dad says.
I frown, wondering how they would’ve drawn that conclusion.
