Page 115 of Ramsay

His eyes light up with wicked amusement and I turn away. Ha fucking ha, dick!

“Your claws are showing. I can’t say this is going as intended but it’s too late now,” Ramsay drawls.

This whole interlude is so confusing but at his tone, I glance at the ground, a flock of butterflies whooshing in my stomach. Once upon a time, I would’ve given anything to hear him tell me he wanted me. Now I just want him to leave me the fuck alone.

Shoring up my strength, I take a deep breath for good measure and glance around at the guys who destroyed me. “Whatever. Just do what you planned so I can go home.”

“Hm, well that’s going to be a problem. Since you already agreed,” Ramsay says.

“Agreed to what?”

“You’re one of us,” he shoots back, and I jump, eyeing him warily. He’s the calm, unruffled jerk of this group. Or so I thought.

Sucking in a breath, I wave my arm and shout, “You lied!”

He slams his hand on the table and I step back as he barks, “No, Willow, we tested you and you failed.”

What the hell is he talking about now?

With a sigh, I rub my aching brow. “Come again?”

“You failed our test. Regardless, we told you things that can’t be undone and now you’re one of us, even if we can’t trust you,” he says, clenching his jaw.

With a sinking sensation, I glance at Diem, who’s looking at me with sparkling eyes. Beside him stands Oliver with a faint furrow between his brows.

“Tested me how?” I ask, slowly.

Oliver clears his throat, his green eyes flashing, and says, “We asked for your truths, and you lied.”

“I didn’t lie!”

“A lie by omission is still a lie,” Ramsay says.

“So, you what? Knew that I knew about…” I say, faltering when Diem raises a brow.

“Yes,” he says.

Surely, they’re fucking with me again. Right? Shit, I don’t know.

“How?” I ask.

“Because we gave Hate the information on purpose,” Ramsay says, and I turn back to him dumbly.

“You purposely gave him information that could hurt Diem?”

“We gave the information to test you, yes,” he says.

“I don’t understand.”

“Hate was a means to an end. The real issue is that you withheld the information. Why?” Ramsay asks.

“Because I don’t trust you,” I whisper. “And I was right. Look what you did!”

“All of which would’ve been a different story if you had been as truthful in the pact as we were,” Ramsay says, before looking away.

I eye his ticking jaw before waving my head. “Are you kidding me? Fuck off! You all have tortured me for months!”

Ramsay swings toward me and I gasp, holding out my arm as he steps into my vision and rasps, “And still you’re here with us, now one of us.”

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