Page 24 of Their Will be Done

“Bitchy much?”

The world spins around me. I’m looking up Apollo’s face, his victorious grin partially hidden behind a few locks of hair.

“You jus’ call me a bitch?” I demand.

“Keep your voice down,” he says. “And yes. Because you’re being one.”

I snort again. “You’re a…you’re an asshole. You all are.”

“Quiet,” he warns in a low voice, his hair shifting as he glances left and right. My teeth click together as he starts up the staircase. “Or I’ll take you back to your room.”

I hesitate, my head bobbing against the crook of Apollo’s arm as he hurries up the stairs with me. My room? Jasper might be there? I grimace. I’m too drunk to deal with him. Or not drunk enough.

“Here,” Apollo says. He sets me down and props me against the wall like a broom as he fishes in his pockets. He takes out a bunch of keys. The keychain used to be a furry cat face. Now it’s grubby as fuck. While he looks for the right key, I start to slide down the wall. He props me back up with an absent tug on the shoulder of my dress and then herds me inside the room.

“Hey! I’ve been here before!” I head for the closest chair.

“Sure have.”

When I sit down, I see he’s leaving. “Hey, where are you going?”

He pauses at the door, turning to me. But then he closes the door without answering.

And locks it.

I sit up a little straighter and stay conscious, remember that I’m too drunk to give a shit, and pass out on the couch.

Chapter Ten

Zach

My jaw pulses, the heat emanating from within a stark contrast to the ice pack pressed against my bruised flesh.

“Shit, man. We can’t let anyone see you like this,” Apollo says.

“No fucking shit,” I snap, squinting over at him. I click my fingers at the tumbler he’s supposed to be filling for me, and he hesitates only a second before filling it with whiskey.

“Is this going to mess with the plan?”

“I don’t know, Apollo,” I tell him through gritted teeth. “How about you ask Cass the next time you see him?”

“Man, you can’t blame him for this.”

I slam my fist into the arm of my wooden chair. “The fuck I can’t.”

“Here.” Apollo hurries over with my glass. I drain it and hand it back.

“Just give me the fucking bottle.”

“Yeah, right,” he laughs, skipping back and snatching the bottle away like he honestly thought I was in any state to tackle him for it.

Besides the two solid kicks Cass got in earlier, he punched me in the jaw, the groin, and my fucking kidneys.Twice. Because by that time, Reuben had hurried off to check if Trinity was okay, not giving a fuck who survived the fight.

Cass has always been like a fucking rat in a corner. You wouldn’t think he was even capable of throwing a punch, and then you’re lying on your back wondering why the stars had come out in the middle of the fucking day.

All because I’d held back.

Because I’d thought Trinity was still in the room.

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