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“I will be,” I manage to say truthfully. I blink back some tears.

Dad swears and straightens, brushing a hand over his head. He looks at Keller. “Can you get my girls home safely?”

“Of course,” Keller says.

“Where are you going?” Mom asks.

“Daddy, where’s Talon?” I wonder.

Dad shakes his head, looking miserable. “Talon’s in jail. And Craig is roaming fucking free.” His jaw tics. “But not for long.” He points at Mom and me. “I’ll see you at home.”

Mom nods. I cry at the thought of Talon being locked up in a jail cell.

As I drop my head to Mom’s shoulder and bury my face, the door slams closed.

“Freddy’s going to fix everything,” Marlowe declares.

And God, I hope she’s right.

But deep down, I don’t know if this can be fixed.

My inability to take Craig’s messages seriously, my inaction in filing a police report or even telling my parents, created this disaster.

I ruined the debutante ball.

I got Talon arrested.

And now—will the team drop him?

Have I ruined his career? Have I ruined us?

Chapter 22

Talon

The worst thing about being behind bars is worrying about Leni.

I fucking hate that I’m here, spinning every horror story imaginable, while that fuckwad Craig is walking around with access to my girl.

My beautiful ray of sunshine who was too panicked to speak. Or move. Or even breathe.

Noting the way Leni shut down wrecked me. A shot of adrenaline burned through my veins, and the second I saw Craig touch her, I was moving. At that moment, I didn’t give a fuck who was watching, or recording, me. I didn’t care about anything other than making sure Craig didn’t hurt Leni.

And then, he fucking groped her ass. Touched her without her permission. Scared her. Again.

I lost it and the only thing I regret is that I’m stuck here, in a damn jail cell, and Leni’s out there with no way to contact me.

“Miller. You got a visitor,” an officer calls out.

I sit up straighter but don’t bother responding.

Before I can decide on who I think it is—my bets are between Keller and Avery—Coach appears on the other side of the cell.

“Coach.” I jump to my feet.

Coach stares at me. He widens his stance and crosses his arms over his chest.

Shit. Is Leni okay? Did something else happen?

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