Page 7 of Vile Heart

“Hmm, interesting.” Just like the way Davian looked away, a soft blush coating his cheeks. “So one day, right after our…fall-out, you decided to avoid coming to campus? Just like you avoided my hundreds of messages begging you to return my calls?”

Good Light, he hadn’t intended to mention that. But fuck, if that hadn’t hurt. To be ignored by the guy he’d spent every free minute of his life with.

Davian at least had the decency to look embarrassed, that cute blush deepening.

“He lives his own life,” Jaro threw in. “I don’t know what happened that day, but he didn’t want you in his life anymore, Cam, and then…things happened, and we were needed at home. That’s all.”

“That’s fuckingnotall,” Camren snarled. “You’re not telling me everything.”

“And why should we?” Davian got up out of his chair, looking glorious with his flushed skin, bright, blue eyes, his kissable lips pulled into a sneer.

Camren sank deeper into his chair, chuckling. “Ouch. So touchy. You used to smile so much. Clever, warm, faithful. You used to speak the truth.” The word lingered. Davian’s gaze wavered blue glistening with a flicker that was gone when he blinked. “I’m trying to figure out what kind of situation we have here,” Camren downed his drink, wiping his mouth with his hand. “So…who’s next? No volunteer? Davian, it’s your turn. Sit down, baby.”

Davian scoffed but didn’t look away. Slowly he sat back, making Camren’s dick tent his pants. His desire was battling with his patience, which started to run thin.

“As my best friend, you are my second self,” he murmured, air quoting. “Remember those words?”

Davian flinched as if the words physically stung.

“It is not so much your help that helps me as is the confidence of your help.” Their eyes met. “That was my promise to you.”

“Empty words,” Davian scoffed. A fine trickle of sweat ran down his temple, their gazes still embracing in a silent challenge.

“Ahh, are they? I think I’m starting to understand the situation here.”

“Cam, cut it out,” Jaro exclaimed. “He doesn’t want to see you.”

“Liar.” Camren didn’t take his eyes away, not missing how Davian’s blue gaze widened.

“It’s true,” Davian finally uttered. “I don’t know what kind of game you’re playing tonight, and I only showed up at the party because my—” His lips snapped shut.

“Oh yes….how could I forget?” Camren cocked his head, using his outstretched hand to scratch Jaro’s cheek with the taser. “‘Someone’s missing at our party.”

“No, there isn’t,” Davian gritted through his teeth. “Times have changed. And your promises are empty.” He dragged his chair back and tipped the content of his glass down his throat. “We’re done here. Let’s go.”

“Sit. Down.”

“No!”

Camren yanked his chair back and threw it against the wall, tipped up Jaro’s head, and pressed the taser onto his skull. “You’ve got three seconds.”

Davian’s gorgeous eyes widened with shock as they darted to his cousin. “Why are you dragging him into our fight?”

“Don’t worry, it will soon just be me and you. Now, be a good boy and text our missing lady. I heard that you have a girlfriend, baby?”

Davian’s lips pressed into a fine line. He didn’t deny it, much to Camren’s annoyance.

“Question, Jaro? Does he fuck this lady friend?”

Jaro spluttered in his hold.

“Jarosh,” Davian warned.

“Get her here.” Camren’s hand dug deeper around Jaro’s neck, and he grinned when the other guy struggled as he fought for air. For a hesitant moment, it looked like Davian was going to refuse. His eyes shot daggers and he shook his head in disbelief. Then he finally relented, typing a quick message on his multi-slate. It dinged almost immediately with the response.

“Someone’s eager,” Camren joked.

“She’s on her way,” Davian ignored him. His voice sounded gruff.

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