Page 2 of Our Pucking Way

“I would’ve been too late though if it weren’t for this big lug who tackled you.” She smacked Sebastian’s shoulder.

Sebastian stuffed his hands in his pockets. Now that I knew these men were hiding so much from me, I wondered just how deep the lies went. Were they always manipulating me?

Still, my heart leapt despite itself as my gaze tracked over the three of them. We were in Carter’s dark bedroom.

Jack hovered behind Carrie, broad shouldered and tousle-haired, desperate to be close to me it looked like. He kept bobbing from side to side behind her like a car trying to pass on the freeway. Meanwhile, Carter paced, his face intense under his dark hair.

Sebastian had a look on his face that I couldn’t read and didn’t trust.

And we were missing one of the four psychos.

“Where’s Greyson?” I asked.

The guys exchanged a quick glance that told me they were preparing a lie, and it made me so furious I could barely breathe.

“He had to check in on his mom and sisters,” Jack said guardedly.

I sat forward. Were they in danger too? But when I moved, my head screamed. It felt as if my brain was a brick sliding around in my skull. I winced, and Carrie leapt to push me back down in bed.

“Rest,” she said. “You don’t have signs of a concussion, but you were knocked out, so there’s damage…you need all the rest.”

“Did you lose your memories?” Sebastian asked as he crouched next to me, his eyes serious with concern.

He’d set the fire that terrified me.

Dark anger rushed over me. Through me. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

Sebastian frowned, looking hurt. “Of course not. I was worried because I know how hard it’s been on you, losing your memories.”

Even Carrie looked at me with vague horror on her face, as if he were a puppy I’d just attempted to kick into the stratosphere, although it was replaced the next second as she remembered she was always on my side.

“You don’t get to give me a sad puppy face,” I told him. “You burnt down my apartment, you psycho!”

The cloudy look on his face cleared. “Kennedy. I’ll buy you your own place, better than that shitty apartment?—”

“It was my own apartment!”

“You burnt down her apartment?” Carrie shrieked. She looked as if she were about to hit him.

Jack and Carter exchanged a look, as if they might just have to kill her in case she ratted him out. I didn’t like that look one bit.

“No,” I said grudgingly. “He left a candle burning in my apartment when he was over there. He apparently thought it was more important that my apartment smelled like a seaside bakery than to follow basic fire safety rules.”

“It did kind of smell,” Carrie said sympathetically. “There was wood rot everywhere in that old apartment building.”

“It did not!”

“Have I mentioned how much I like her,” Jack mouthed at Carter.

The last thing I needed was to lose my best friend to these charming psychos. I needed her firmly anchored on my side. “Carrie, I think I need some time to rest. Can we catch up later?”

“Of course,” she told me. She cut her eyes at them. “And she does needrest.In case you were thinking of what depraved things you would do to her next.”

“I would never,” Jack said innocently.

It was remarkably unconvincing.

But I knew they wouldn’t tell me the whole truth while she was there. I needed to know where Greyson was, and what had happened. Was it just a story that one of them had pushed me out of the way?

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