Page 61 of Wreck Me

She might want it.

She might come to want to do what we needed of her.

“All right,” she said, pulling me from my conflicted thoughts.

I cocked an eyebrow.

“We’ll give it a go. You already know about Onyx, and while I don’t like that, it is what it is. We’ll try this… trusting each other thing.” She squeezed my hand painfully, making me hiss. “But if you try to manipulate me with my dad again, or you abuse that trust, what you saw me do to Vicars will seem like nothing.”

I grinned, partly from the pain, partly from the ferociousness rolling off her. “Understood.”

We shook and then she released me and stood up, looking all around. “For now, I need to get to Luxe. I can’t have that going to hell too. Where are my clothes?”

I pointed to the closet in the far corner. “They’re hanging up. Clean and dry. Good to go.”

“Right… uh… thanks,” she said, clearly trying to hide how touched—and confused—she was that we’d seen to that for her.

“We had your bike transported back here. It’s in the garage with my Audi. I also noticed your messenger bag was inside one of the saddlebags, so you don’t need to head home first. We can head out together.”

She chuckled. “I don’t need an escort. But thanks.”

“Some of the spectators during that fight were Luxe students. With you keeping your head down, I figured you wouldn’t have noticed.”

“Okay. And?”

“And you put on quite the show. There will be some attention swirling around you. I’ll have Bastian meet us when we head inside and we’ll diffuse it for you, so you can go about your day unbothered.”

“Great,” she muttered. “Public notoriety.”

“You were too worked up to go into it in full Onyx attire, huh?”

“Your boy’s fault.”

“And the sender of those threatening and rather provocative texts?”

She stilled for a moment.

“Skylar?”

“Trust, right? Like you said, it needs time. And that issue is included in that.”

“As you wish.”

“Meet you outside,” she said as she opened the closet and found her clothes hanging there.

I smiled to myself at the clear command, more than a question.

“Yeah. Ten minutes. Gotta freshen up myself.”

With that, I walked out, closing the door behind me.

I leaned against it for a moment, processing everything that had happened.

Interesting.

To say the least.

And I had no doubt that it was going to go way beyond that.

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