Chapter 14
Caydence
Avoidance. I’ve become good at that where Colt is concerned. I’ve been able to avoid him since the night I left that race. But Devon? Good fucking luck avoiding him. I’ve tried, and he shows up everywhere I am.
I’m looking down at my book when I hear his voice and close my eyes.
“I haven’t seen you around,” he says. I shake my head and finally look up at Colt. I guess my avoidance is over with now.
“There’s a reason for that,” I tell him.
“I was trying to apologize,” he says.
“Don’t need to. I’m fine.”
“Can we just start over?” he asks. I shake my head without looking up at him this time. There’s no way I can go out with Colt or anyone, for that matter, after what Devon has done.
“No.”
“Come on, Caydence.”
“I believe she said no.” Now I close my eyes and blow out a breath. Devon. Speak of the devil, and he arrives.
“This doesn’t concern you, Devon,” Colt tells him. I close my books because I know this isn’t going to end well, and I might as well give up trying to study.
“If you’re speaking to my girlfriend, then it concerns me,” Devon chimes in. I turn my head to look up at him, and I can’t see the evil that killed a man the other night. It’s just … Devon. The one who lay in bed with me for days, the one who brought me food to make sure I was eating. I’m so confused by all of this.
“Girlfriend? Since when?” Colt asks, crossing his arms over his chest and glaring at Devon.
“Does it matter?”
“Yeah, I think it does,” Colt snaps at him. I shove to my feet and stand in the middle of the two of them.
“We’re not doing this,” I declare as I look between the two of them. “We went out one night, Colt, and I found myself a ride home. Don’t overthink it.” I stuff my books in my bag and haul it over my shoulder.
“Caydence, I’m sorry,” Colt calls. I shake my head, and Devon grabs my hand in his. I try to pull it away, but he doesn’t let me; he just holds on tighter. Ignoring the rest of what Colt has to say, I let Devon pull me from the cafeteria and outside.
That’s where I start to pull my hand away once more.
“What’s wrong with you?” he asks.
“Are you serious? What’s wrong with me?” I can’t even believe he’d ask me that after what he did.
“Yeah, what’s the problem? You never pulled away from me before.”
“You never killed someone before,” I shriek. He smiles but doesn’t even glance around to see if anyone heard me. It’s as if he doesn’t even care if they did.
“You know why I did that.”
“No, I honestly don’t.”
“He hurt you, Caydence.”
“A lot of people have hurt me, Devon. Are you going to kill all of them?” I ask this time. His smile fades as he looks into my eyes. Oh my God. He’s thinking about it. He’s actually thinking about it!
“The ones I can find,” he finally answers. I start to walk away, but he doesn’t let me get that far, and I didn’t think he would. He grabs my wrist and pulls me back in front of him. “Don’t walk away.”
“What do you want me to do? Pretend that you didn’t do it?” I ask now.
