Page 155 of Pretty Little Lies

“And what the hell does that change?” he challenges back. “I lucked out, Bay. I didn’t kill your fucking dad.”

“I want you to leave.”

“Yeah, well?—”

“Who was the other guy?”

Reeve shakes his head, and I begin thrashing around in his hold to get free. “Bay,stop.”

“Who?” I get in his face, smelling the peaceful ocean off his skin, but my chaos is too powerful to be eased away by such a smell. “Torin?”

“Stop.”

My chest tightens and I can barely breathe when I ask, “Don’t you think I have a right to fucking know?”

“No.”

It’s final.

I’ve never heard him speak to me like this before, but the steel backing his one word has my outrage meeting new heights.

“What’s going on?” Torin suddenly asks at our side, bringing his bossy ass into everything. “You’re both getting loud.”

My neck snaps to him like I’m about to bite his whole damn head off. “Were you there? At my house that night. DidDaddysend you there to kill my dad?”

Torin flicks his mocha eyes to Reeve, sending a silent message ofwhat the fuck.And after a painful few seconds, he replies with the same thing Reeve did.

“No.”

“Then that only leaves one more?—”

“Dropit,” Torin carps back, steering his darken gaze back to me. “He doesn’t want to talk about it.”

“Oh well”—I scoff and, with all my might, finally heave myself out of Reeve’s strong grip—“as long ashedoesn’t want to talk about it.”

“It was a mistake, Bay.”

I shake my head against Torin’s rebuttal and point down the hall. “I want you guys to leave…now.”

“Bay—” Reeve steps up to me again, but I scurry back two steps, closer to the door of Dad’s room.

“Leave.Now.”

“We’ll take the girls?—”

“No.Juice and Hot Rod will take the girls home. You two can fuck all the way off and give my regards to Cairo. I find either of you three at my house again, I’m not going to miss.”

Torin rolls his eyes, and Reeve stares at something along the wall next to me.

This is what stupid me gets.

I should’ve never opened myself up to them like I did. We’re rivals for a fucking reason.

I refuse to be collateral damage.

I just need to get the message across to my heart that’s currently beating in need for them to stay.

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