Page 100 of Pretty Poisoned

"No?"

"I'm not going to kill myself," I tell him. "Ever."

I surprise myself when the words come out of my mouth; it must have been the orgasms—they weakened my resolve, and I said the quiet part out loud.

"What?" Declan shifts onto his side, propping his head up with his elbow. He drapes his arm over me and looks into my eyes, which I quickly avert. "Teagan, I don't want that. Why would you think that?"

Someone pounds against the door from outside.

"Don't move," he says. He gets up, steps back into his pants, and walks toward the door. The person on the other side pounds their fist on it again, harder this time.

Declan looks through the peephole.

"Hey! Open the fucking door!" Luca says. "I hear you there."

He opens it just a few inches.

"I think I'm in fucking trouble," Luca says.

Declan steps out into the hallway, closing the door behind him, and I scramble to get dressed.

I miss Luca.

Their tone is hushed but harsh when I reach the door. I step out into the hallway and lock eyes with Luca.

"Hey," I say. "Are you okay? What's wrong?"

I reach for Luca, but Declan holds me back, stepping between us.

"And you're going to fucking do it to me, too, aren't you?! You're all the fucking same," Luca shouts.

"What?" I ask. "Why are you—"

"Go back in the room, Teagan," Declan says. "It's not a good time."

"I don't want to. I can help—just tell me what's wrong."

"No," Declan says.

"No, I think she can help," Luca says. And I see it in his eyes—what Declan meant. It's not a good time. "Come here, Teagan. I wanna make you cry again."

"Everything good?"

I look over and see Eli standing in the doorway of a room a few doors down.

"Nope," Declan says.

Eli rolls his eyes. "Fucking hell."

He steps out of the room, and they both charge at Luca at the same time. The two of them almost don't get ahold of him, but Rhett steps out of the elevator just in time and runs down the hallway to help. Declan gets his arm around his neck, and they drag him into Eli's room.

"What the fuck happened?" Hazel asks.

"I have no idea," I tell her. "He just…he came back and said he was in trouble; he was angry. You guys are back early."

"It started raining," Hazel says.

"Yeah, and good fucking thing," Brady adds.

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