“It didn’t work,” she practically yelled. “I got in over my head, and when I saw you—“ Her eyes flashed to her feet, and she turned toward the empty parking not.
“When you saw me what?” He took hold of her arm and forced her around to face him.
Her head was tipped back meet his, strong and stubborn, but there was a single tear on her cheek that made his heart ache. “I was relieved, okay! I wanted you to save me. I wanted you to take me out of there.” Her lips trembled. “When I saw you across the club, I wanted to stop you, to tell you everything, but it was too late.”
He nodded. Wanting desperately to catch her tear with his finger tip. To pull her into his arms and hold her tightly to his chest.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I’m so sorry.”
Colton walked toward them then, his hands shoved into the pockets of his jeans. “You’re not mad at me, are you brother?”
Elliot shook his head, because he didn’t know what he felt anymore. Part of him was angry, part sad, part hurt. “Let’s just go home.” He looked from Fe to Colton, The metallic taste of his own blood still fresh in his mouth. “Let’s just go home.”