“Like what?”

“This.” She gestures between us. “You. What you just did. I…” She shakes her head, looking flabbergasted. “You just broke someone’s nose because he touched me.”

“What’s your point?”

“You’re not sorry for that part, are you?”

“No. I’m only sorry I did it in front of your brother and betrayed your trust.”

She blinks. “What are you doing, Kai?”

“What do you mean?”

“The game.” She clenches her jaw. “You’re not playing fair. You’re confusing me.”

I cock my head as it hits me. “You need me to spell it out for you?”

She stares at me, saying nothing.

I spell it out for her anyway. “I’m not playing at all,” I say, slowly stepping toward her. “Me and you? It’s not a game. It’s never really been a game to me. It’s the real fucking thing. I?—”

“Stop.”

Pressing my lips together, I pause a foot away from her. “Chickenshit.”

She grits her teeth. “Get out.”

Nodding, I back up toward the door. “Keep pushing me away, Hails,” I murmur, and she freezes. “It’ll hurt less when I leave you, right?”

Her mouth parts in outrage. Just as she starts to say something, Callie appears behind me, pausing just inside the room. “The police are on their way up here.”

Chapter 34

HAILEY

“Stop panicking,” Wren whispers as he leans into my side.

We’re all sitting at the kitchen island while the police are talking quietly with Elijah and Kai by the fire in the living room. I can’t hear what they’re saying and it’s making me nervous.

“Are they going to arrest him?”

“No.”

“What if they do?”

“I just told you they won’t,” he says, laughing under his breath when he feels my knee bouncing uncontrollably against his, my thumb rubbing my daisy tattoo. “Will you relax?”

“I’m relaxed.”

He snorts. I ignore him and keep my eyes on Kai. The boy looks pretty relaxed considering he’s in trouble for breaking someone’s nose. Elijah looks the same way he always does, perfectly put together and in control. He doesn’t once let his demeanor slip, but I’m almost sure he’s furious. With Kai or the situation? I can’t tell.

“Why are you wearing my hoodie?”

“What?”

“This is mine,” Wren tells me, pinching the fabric at my waist.

I frown at him. “Why was it in my room?”