Page 144 of Brutal Prince

A glimmer of silver.

No, platinum.

A slight, yet curvy figure. A mess of dark hair.

Indi.

I stop walking, my hand gripping the railing tight as my phone starts vibrating in my pocket. She has her back to me, and from the expressive hand gestures she’s flailing around, she looks mightily pissed off at the doorman.

My legs feel rusted in place, but I force them to take me downstairs.

Jeremiah flinches when I grab his shoulder. I hear something like, “I tried calling, but…” before I steer him out of the way.

“You came,” I say like a moron.

Indi spins to face me. Her eyes are impossibly wide, gorgeously luster, unsurprisingly fierce.

“He said it’s too late,” she says, tilting her head to the side.

“She’s with me,” I say, my voice dropping several octaves below normal.

I won’t lie — I’ve been spending the past hour and a half drinking in the hopes that I would eventually forget that Indi might show up. I’m more than a little tipsy, and ridiculously glad she’s here.

“Me too, right?”

My eyes skip reluctantly past Indi. Addison’s standing behind her, a head taller and seventy thousand times as arrogant.

If Indi hadn’t grabbed my hand right then, I would have told Addison to fuck off. But when I look down into Indi’s imploring gaze, I’m so off-balance, all I can do is nod.

Indi releases my hand, and the pair of them sweep past me without a second glance. I’m left staring at Jeremiah with a frown and an inexplicable urge to take Marcus up on his offer for a line of coke.

Instead, I follow Indi and Addison inside, feeling for all the world like a sheep who’s only just realized who the fucking sheepdog in this situation was.

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