Page 77 of Revenge (Elite of Elmwood 3)

Her expression was all the confirmation we needed.

“Dammit, Kenna,” Grayson cursed. “Why have you not said anything?”

“Because I didn’t want you to flip out like you are now,” she barked back, flicking a finger of whipped cream at him. “I’m not running away again.”

With a deep frown, Grayson brushed at his shirt, smearing the white cream. “Not good enough.”

Kenna huffed and jumped off the counter. “It's stupid, okay? He is just trying to get to me, and I didn’t want Carter to think he had influence over my life. So I ignored them.”

Being brushed off would only infuriate Carter. It would drive him mad to the point he would escalate shit to the next level. If you didn’t play his games, he changed the rules.

Grayson started to pace the kitchen and ramble. “I knew it was a bad idea for you to come home. Shit has only gotten messier. You’ve just given him another target to hit.”

Kenna’s eyes widened for a second before tapering. “Don’t even think about suggesting that I go back to Clearbrooke. I won’t.” She folded her arms over in defiance.

Brock leveled Kenna a flat stare. “No one is suggesting that you leave. We just need to stop fighting amongst ourselves.”

“What we need to do is stop this bastard.” Grayson slammed a closed hand into his other palm. He was worked up, ready to put his fists into something.

“We’re working on it.” The implication in Brock’s tone gave the impression that he was more determined than ever to take care of Carter once and for all.

But how? These last few weeks the Elite had done nothing to retaliate.

I studied Brock. “What aren’t you telling me?”

His expression turned cagey, and I knew he was about to spew some BS that would piss me off. “We don’t want either of you involved. But let’s just say he won’t be making it to graduation.”

I snorted. Brock should have known better than to think I would just sit on the sidelines. “How many times do I have to say it? Kenna and I are involved whether you want us to be or not. We’re the main subjects of Carter’s infatuation.”

“God, don’t remind me,” Brock grumbled.

“I’m with Josie on this one,” Kenna said.

Brock and Grayson shared a look, and I could see that they actually thought they could keep Kenna and me out of their plans. I locked eyes with Kenna, and something passed between us. Imagine if Kenna and I teamed up instead of being on imposing sides. We could get into all kinds of shit.

What then, Brock Taylor?

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