Page 116 of Chaos at Westbrook High

“Callie.”

“Where did you get that plant?” she asks as she pulls the blinds down over the windows.

My browns pull in. “What? Why?”

“There was a camera in it.”

My face falls as I look at the shelf it was on, then at the counter it was facing, my hand coming up to my mouth as a wave of nausea hits me.

“Where did you get it, Hailey?” she asks again, but something tells me she already suspects.

Closing my eyes briefly, I glance at Wyatt. “Wyatt bought it for me after Valerie died.”

Working her jaw, Callie takes her gun out of her jeans, cocks it, and points it at Wyatt’s face. “Get the fuck away from her.”

Horrified, Wyatt’s eyes pop wide as he takes two big steps back, almost falling over his own feet, his throat bobbing with a swallow as he stares at the gun.

Damon stands behind his wife with his vicious eyes on the guy who betrayed me. Levi and Wren come to stand at my back, gently guiding me back toward them and away from Wyatt and the gun.

Without taking her eyes off her target, Callie says, “Damon.”

“Hailey, do you have cable ties?” Damon asks.

“In—in the storage closet,” I croak out, my hand trembling as I point. “Bottom shelf on the left.”

He has to step around Wyatt to get behind the counter, and when Wyatt’s eyes flick to Damon, Callie takes a threatening step closer. “If you move one fucking fingertip, I’ll put a bullet in your stomach and watch you bleed out.”

Wyatt looks terrified to even breathe too heavily as he remains deadly still, his hands up by his head.

“Go on, baby,” Callie says, and Damon walks around him to head to the kitchen.

Wren hands me a mug of hot chocolate topped with whipped cream and marshmallows, and I give him a small smile, holding it between my hands and lifting it to my lips to take a sip. “Thanks, Wren.”

He sits down next to me with his own hot chocolate, his arm resting on the back of the couch behind my head. “You okay?”

“I’m fine.”

He lets out a small laugh. “Liar.”

Locking my jaw, I take another sip in an attempt to calm my nerves.

“You’re worried about him.”

“Wren,” I say quietly, staring at the main door across from us, waiting for it to open.

“Yeah?”

“Shut up.”

He laughs at me again.

I can feel Wyatt’s eyes on me from where he’s sitting on the floor with his hands cable tied behind his back, but I don’t look his way. I refuse to let him see how shaken I am.

Every time I think about the fact that Maverick’s been watching me for weeks, it makes me feel like I’m going to throw up. He’s seen everything. He saw me crying my heart out in here for hours after Valerie’s funeral, screaming for her into the darkness, for the woman he took away from me. He’s seen all the conversations I’ve had and the time I’ve spent with the Kingstons. He saw us last night, when Kai and I had sex on the counter…

My stomach rolls, and I kick out at the table in front of me, making it screech across the wooden floor. Four heads turn my way, but nobody says a word. I allow Wren to take my hot chocolate before dropping my head into my hands, my body coiled tight with rage. I want to scream. Hit something.

I want Kai.

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