I don’t give a fuck about anything.
I tell myself that’s true and offer her a hit, hiding a grin when she scrunches her nose in disgust. “No, thanks.”
Right.
She’s a good girl.
A good girl with a big fuckin’ mouth who likes handing out fuck yous for sport, but a good girl all the same.
Doesn’t stop Kai from wanting her, though.
If anything, that only makes him want her more.
“Why are you out here all alone in the dark?” I ask, purposely fucking with her because I’m an asshole and it pleases me. “Don’t you know it’s not safe?”
“I’m not afraid of the dark, Kingston.”
I cock my head at that, sliding my eyes from her face to her feet and back up again. “You’re not, are you?”
She glares and I smirk, forcing my ass up to stand, but then my legs stop working and I fall down on my face, groaning at the pain racking through my body.
Fuck, that hurts.
“Fucking hell,” she whispers to herself, crouching down beside me to take the bottle from my hand. “How much of this did you drink?”
“All of it.”
Her eyes widen in horror and I push myself up on my elbows, only just noticing the thin layer of mascara staining her cheeks.
“Who died, coffee girl?”
“None of your goddamn business.”
I nod, expecting that. “Can I use your phone?”
“What’s wrong with yours?”
“It’s dead.”
She hesitates but nods, taking it out from her pocket to pass it to me. I dial the number Kai’s had since we were nine and lift the phone to my ear, dropping my head down on my forearm while I wait for him to answer.
“Hello?”
“Hey,” I say lamely, clearing my throat when he doesn’t say anything back. “It’s m–”
“I know your voice, Wren,” he mutters, still pissed at me for taking off the way I did, it seems. “What is it?”
I swallow my guilt and close my eyes, forcing myself not to puke at the way the earth spins beneath me. “You made me promise, Kai.”
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Levi
Fuck this.
He’s been gone for hours.
No fucking clue how many hours considering the fucker stole my phone, but it’s been hours all the same and I’m done fucking waiting.