Page 66 of Glamour & Gumballs

Shit.

I squeezed my eyes shut.

Colt was better than Travis, at least. Travis would’ve gone back to camp and told everyone. Colt might do exactly that—but he could be a little more careful about it.

Hopefully.

“Since the spa,” Rhett gritted out.

He didn’t tell Colt we hadn’t actually fucked. That wasn’t his business, and it wasn’t necessary information.

“You should’ve told me,” Colt finally said, his voice nearly as low as Rhett’s.

“Why? You want a mate as badly as any of these other bastards.”

Colt let out a humorless laugh. “And you don’t?”

“No. I don’t want a mate,” Rhett growled.

My chest tightened.

“I want Erin,” he said.

The tightness vanished immediately.

That was actually kind of romantic. Or really romantic.

“Go back to camp,” Rhett said. Though it wasn’t an order, it kind of was. “If you’re going to tell the others, tell them. There’s no point in wasting time with any more bullshit. Erin is mine.”

“Not if you don’t make it to the end,” Colt growled back.

“Fuck off,” Rhett snarled.

I heard footsteps as the other man walked away, but Rhett didn’t let go immediately.

“We need to wash off in the ocean and get back fast,” I said, pushing on his back as I stepped away. Though he released me, he didn’t go far.

“There’s no reason to hurry. Whether or not he tells them, we won’t get back in time to stop anyone from believing him.”

Panic swelled in my chest. “We have to, Rhett. I’m not going to mate with one of them if you get voted out. I can’t. I?—”

He caught my waist with one hand, and put the other on the center of my chest. I clutched his arm, holding tightly. “Do you trust me, Chaos?”

I did.

Probably.

Mostly.

Enough to nod, at least.

“Then believe that Colt won’t tell anyone. He won’t make himself the only reason I’m removed from the game he knows I’ll win. Not when losing will mean fading entirely for me.”

“That’s not how this game is supposed to work,” I whispered.

“It’s not,” he agreed. “But it will.”

“You’re insane.”

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