Page 370 of Vicious Saint
“Too much Saint…” Bex cries, pulling at her hair. “And…and nothing at all.”
Not bothering to try and crack emotional girl code...I set my sights on Archer, tugging him by the collar of his hideous pajamas. “Spill, Beaumont, before I spill your fucking guts all over the floor.”
“Hendrix…” He pants. “She left.”
“Why would she leave?!”
“Because she was mad at us!” Bex squeezes my arm in an attempt to let go of her friend. “Just like she’s mad at you!” When I release Archer, Bex turns to point at June. “And you.” She points at my dad next. “And you.” Then Poppy. “And you!”
June wastes no time rushing over to Bex, squeezing her arm like Bex was mine just a second ago.
“Where did she go? Rebecca, please tell me.”
“I honestly don’t know. She locked us in here.”
“Tell us what happened before that, then, kiddo.” My father tries to take control of the situation, the collection in his voice lowering mine to a grit
“No. Tellmewhat happened.”
Bex walks us out of the earshot of the parentals, and looks straight at me as she whispers, “Hendrix found out Archer knew.”
This motherfucker.
“You knew about the Salvinis?”
“Are you really shocked?” he whispers back.
“No. Justreallyhomicidal. So watch it.”
“Saint…it’s not just that.” Bex swallows. “Annalie told her about us too…”
“Us? What do you mean—” Is as far as I get before it feels like a wrecking ball smashes through my chest.
My eyes burn wide, and when they’re on her again Bex nods apologetically.
Fuck.
Fuck.
Fuck!
Squeezing Bex’s shoulders, I keep my voice low and say, “I need you to tell me exactly what happened right before Hendrix left.”
She looks behind me, then at Archer, then settles on me again.
“Hendrix was really upset at Archer after finding out he knew about Luca Salvini being her dad…so she said she needed a smoke and to give her space. We agreed, but when she opened the door to leave, there was Annalie, asking if Hendrix knew me and you had sex.”
“We did not have fucking sex!”
What happened the night of Bex’s birthday was nothing more than me helping my friend in need.
“Obviously! I don’t even know how that skank heard about it.”
Yeah, well, I have a couplereally goodguesses.
And if I had to choose one…it’d be the nosey sixteen year old who recently held a nasty grudge against Hendrix. Who also loves to eavesdrop on my conversations when they’re with The Royal Heathens.
“What happened after?”
