Page 107 of Diem

“Unh.”

With my heart in my throat, I peek around the edge and gasp, “Penny?”

She raises her chin, revealing a line of blood on her forehead and I drop to my knees. “Are you okay?”

“S’fine,” she warbles but I glance up when I hear footsteps. Wide eyed, I watch as a figure disappears into the darkness.

Was that? No way.

∞∞∞

“C’mon,” I murmur, helping her to stand.

“What the fuck are you doing here? Do I have to spank your ass to get you to listen?” Diem roars and I cast my eyes to the sky. Why, god why?

“Not now, Diem.”

“Yes now. Are you fucking crazy?” he barks, grabbing my arm.

The familiar burn of anger rushes through my veins and pulling away, I slap his cheek. We both pause in the aftermath and his eyes are wide when I finally rasp, “Back off.”

“No,” he growls, leaning in until our noses are practically touching.

I huff, shoving him in the chest and he grabs me up. The heat of his chest sears my nipples and I squeak as Penny says, “Hello? Head injury here.”

Diem stiffens and drops me to the ground. Silently, I mourn the loss of his touch before shaking my damn fool head. Exactly what will turn me off from this dick bag?

“What happened?” Diem says and Penny shakes her head.

“I don’t know. Someone hit me.”

“Which wouldn’t be an issue if you’d stayed home,” Ollie says coolly behind Diem.

Penny’s eyes go wide before they narrow, and she says, “Fuck you.”

Ollie cocks a brow and where any normal girl would shrink under his blank, give-a-fuck stare, Penny goes in for the kill. “You’re a fucking psychopath, you know that? Just like daddy, I bet.”

At her words, my blood runs cold, and I spin to her. Meeting my wide-eyed stare, she grimaces and says, “Sorry.”

“For what?”

“It’s obvious who Kenny is, Maeve. How long were you planning on lying to me?”

“I didn’t lie!”

She crosses her arms and looks down her nose, scoffing, “Really? So, you haven’t been wondering since I mentioned his name?”

“Pen—“

“Enough,” she shrieks, slashing her hand through the air. “Your dad used my sister,fuckedher. Now she’s dead…you do the math.” She swings to Ollie and slams her palm against his chest. “Dr. Love? Really, you asshole. What’s your game? Hm?”

If possible, Ollie’s expression becomes prohibitively colder, and I shiver before grabbing her arm. “Penny, stop.”

“No, you stop! Dixie is dead.” Her tone warbles and I flinch, but I don’t know what to say. Blaming my brother is a dick move.

Eyeing Ollie warily, I note his ticking jaw as Diem grabs his shoulder. “Ollie…”

But Ollie wrenches free and she’s either brave or really stupid because she just stares back when he leans into her face.

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