Page 33 of Resurrecting the Enemy
I nodded. “I’m fine,” I lied. I could still feel myself shaking from the adrenaline of slapping Ramsey, and I knew she could feel it, too, with her hands on my shoulders.
Her green eyes searched mine. “Let’s go,” she said. “Let’s get out of here.”
“You guys aren’t leaving,” Ramsey announced as if he could stop us.
My eyes flew to his. He was standing near the bed, a few feet behind Eden, with Dash standing behind him. Ramsey looked furious and you could make out the faint redness on his cheek.
I slapped Ramsey Reed Jr.
And for what?
Because his words had been hitting too close to home? Because I was attracted to him and he was calling me out on it? Because I had gotten jealous when he mentioned Erica?
Eden head snapped back around. “The hell we aren’t,” she replied. “I don’t know what’s going on, but weareleaving.”
“Let’s go,” I said. I wasn’t sure how much longer I could stand here, wrestling with my emotions, and not cave.
Ramsey shook his head at me. “You’re not fucking leaving,” he repeated.
I lifted my chin. “Are you going to stop me?” I challenged.
He took a step forward before Dash’s hand reached out and grabbed his arm. “You think I can’t?”
With more bravery than I felt, I said, “I think we’re done here, is what I think.”
You could hear the rumble of his growl all throughout the silence in the room. “We’ll never be done,” he threatened. “I’m not letting you go that easily.”
I stared at this beautiful, powerful, wealthy, enraged boy and knew I was in over my head. I also knew I didn’t have the weapons necessary to fight him. I was right when I said Ramsey Reed Jr. would chew me up and spit me out if I gave him half the chance, and that’s what he was doing. He knew what mentioning Erica would do to me, and he did it anyway, because that’s what the Reed Family did.
They fought to win.
“Screw, this shit,” Eden muttered as she grabbed my hand. “Let’s go, Lake.” She started walking off, with me behind her, when Dash stepped in her way.
“Not so fast,” he said, but Eden was beyond self-preservation right now.
She looked up at him and said, “Get out of my way, Dash. Just because your hand was up my shirt ten minutes ago doesn’t mean you matter enough to tell me what to do.”
Oh, well, hell.
So much information that I didn’t need or want to know.
Dash crowded her. “Be careful who you talk to like that, baby girl,” he warned darkly. “Especially, when we both know it was a lot more than just my hand up your shirt.”
I was done with this.
I turned back towards Ramsey. “Let us leave, or I swear to God, I’ll start screaming loud enough to bring the police.”
Ramsey stomped his way into my face. Looming down on me, he called my bluff. “Do it, then.”
Because none of us had thought to lock the door, noise and laughter came barging inside the room in the form of a tipsy Becker Hamill and Susie Cameron, all over each other.
“Oh, hey,” Becker laughed. “We didn’t know this room was taken.”
“Are you guys done with the room?” Susie giggled drunkenly.
However, I didn’t care about them, and their little distraction was just what Eden and I needed to make a break for it. We quickly dashed out of the room, not bothering to look back.
Cutting through the sea of partygoers, Eden and I damn near raced through the house until we came upon the front door, through there, and out into the front yard.
