What if she were? What if someone hurts her, and it’s my fucked-up story all over again? What if?—
“Pressie!” A small body slams into my leg, and she wraps her tiny fingers around my knee. “You gotta see my new moves.”
Relief rushes through my obstructed throat, and I think Marcus sees whatever spooked expression I’m wearing as he stands in front of me, his inquisitive gaze watching me closely.
But then he swiftly stares to his right and smiles. “Hi, Dahlia.”
Her brow furrows. “And what areyoudoing here?”
“Skating.” He looks around. “Isn’t that what this is for?”
“Yeah, but you wouldn’t normally come to a place like this.”
“I do now,” he says, stealing a glance at me, and I swallow thickly.
“You’re so pretty!” Miley says. “Are you Pressie’s friend?”
“Don’t downgrade me, Mimi, I’mnotDarcy’s friend,” I mutter.
“It’sDahlia.” She glares at me, and Marcus suppresses a smile. The prick is enjoying this a bit too much.
Dana grins as she lowers herself to Miley’s eye level. “Thank you. You’re so pretty yourself. I love the wings.”
“I’m a princess!” She skates toward her and twirls. “My name is Miley.”
“Nice to meet you, Miley. I’m Dahlia.”
“Like the flowers?”
“That’s right.”
“Leave,” I mouth as Marcus continues staring at me during the entire conversation, his cryptic eyes drilling holes into my body.
As if…he can read me.
Bullshit.No one can. Not even my brain or Dr. Duret, who’s been with me almost my whole life, can do that.
“Are you here on your own, Dahlia?” he asks her as she stands up.
“No, I’m meeting Kane.”
“And here I thought we could ignite the old spark.” He grabs his chest, feigning being stabbed in the heart.
Is this motherfucking piece of shit tired of living?
I must be shooting lasers from my eyes, because Delta swallows thickly and even skates back a little.
Good. At least someone around here is scared of me.
She clears her throat. “What on earth are you talking about? There was no spark.”
“No?” He taps his forefinger against his chin. “Pretty sure we had lots of fun.”
“We only went out for, like, two weeks.”
“Two weeks is enough,” he says so casually, and I’m about to ram my fist into his face.
How dare he talk like that about his goddamn ex in front ofme?
