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To my disbelief, she giggles.

“I mean,” she continues, “a woman knows when she’s been fucked, right? That lovely dull ache, the… umm… mess. We probably should have used protection.”

Her words remind me of how sore I am, and the amount of cum leaking out of me this morning. It’s like she just stabbed me in the heart.

Still, I see a flicker of something in her eyes. What is that? Doubt?

“That’s not what Saint says,” I blurt, heat rushing to my face. “He says you’re the one responsible for Reagan dying.”

She jerks back, and I see something in her eyes, a sharp coldness. Then she recovers herself quickly and laughs again. “He was clearly just trying to cover his tracks.”

My jaw drops open. “By saying you killed my sister? You can’t be fucking serious.” I remember something. “Besides, you were the one who kept saying the Vipers were the ones responsible. That’s a quick change of heart—going from warning me off because you thought they’d killed a girl to sleeping with Saint.”

She shrugs. “Maybe I was just trying to make sure you didn’t get close to them, but for my own benefit. You and your big, stupid doe eyes, Vani, and your trusting heart, and your stupid, ugly body. You remind me of a dumb cow. I have no idea why Saint would say that about me. I expect he’s just messing with you, or maybe he thinks if you hate us both, it’ll be easier on you. He thinks you’re fat, too.” Her face twists into faux pity. “He told me he likes your tits, but the rest is gross.”

“I do hate you, Angelica, because you’re a soulless piece of shit,” I throw back. “What kind of warped, twisted games are you playing? You’re an empty vessel. And as for Saint, he is too. He’s a psycho who can’t really feel anything. So, you fucking deserve each other.”

“See,” she says lightly, “it worked.”

I see red. With my fists clenched by my sides, I storm up to her. She rears back, as though she’s never had to deal with someone getting up in her face before, and I draw back my fist and let it fly.

My knuckles connect with her pretty jawline, and she staggers back, clutching her face. White hot pain races up my arm from my fist, but I like it. The sharpness of it takes away from the pain in my heart.

“Oh, my God. You fucking psycho!” she cries.

“And you’re a fucking bitch.”

I want to hit her again and again, but my knuckles are already swelling.

And I have something more important to do than beating up Angelica.

I need to talk to Saint.

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SAINT

Banging comes at my bedroom door.

“What’s on fire?” I joke as I open the bedroom door to find Vani standing there.

She shoves me out of the way and storms into the room.

“I just ran into Angelica,” she spits at me.

“Merde,” I curse.

I should have talked to Vani before now, but I was just enjoying having her back here with us too much to get into all the shit we need to discuss. Now, she’s ragingly pissed.

“Don’t fuckingmerdeme.” Her dark eyes blaze, and she’s trembling with rage. “She told me what happened between the two of you.”

“Nothing happened,” I tell her.

“Bullshit. What kind of sick, twisted little game are the two of you playing? Is this all some kind of joke to you? AmIsome kind of joke? She said you slept together, and I know you weren’t answering your phone, Saint, and I’d have thought you’d have wanted to hear from me and Zane, but no, you were obviously too busy. You’ve been weird ever since, and I knew, deep down something was up.”

“We didn’t sleep together,” I insist. “I might have given Angelica the impression that’s what happened?—”

“What?” She cuts me off and throws her hands in the air. “How is that even possible? I think she’d know if the two of you had fucked!”

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