Page 22 of Reckless at Westbrook High

“I..” she trails off, looking at me for help. “Can you get her off me so we can talk?”

“No.”

She sighs and tries to take a step back, but Callie doesn’t budge. She tightens her grip on Freya’s throat and backs her up into the side of the staircase, roughly shoving her head back against the glass.

“Bitch, I swear to god–”

“I came back for Wren,” she rushes out, pulling on Callie’s wrist with both hands like she thinks that’ll stop her. “I want him back.”

Callie blinks a couple times and then laughs like a psychopath, but she’s not amused.

None of us are.

“Leave.”

“No.”

Damon cocks his head and moves to stand at Callie’s back, leaning over her to speak in her ear. “You wanna play, baby?”

She nods and he takes her waist in his hands, looking at Freya while he speaks.

“Have at it.”

Callie’s eyes darken and Freya swallows, still struggling against her grip. “Wren, please don’t let them do thi–”

“Shh,” Callie teases, slowly closing her hand around Freya’s throat. “You remember this game, don’t you? Ten.. nine.. eight.. seven..”

“You don’t wanna do this, Callie,” she chokes out, looking directly at me. “You really don’t wanna do this.”

My brows dip and I scan her face, watching her closely like I have been for the last few minutes.

She seems different.

Empowered somehow.

The last time I saw her she was shaking with fear, crying her twisted little heart out while the four of us crowded her space like four wolves surrounding their prey.

She was fucking terrified.

Now, though?

Now there’s a little spark in her eyes, something that shouldn’t fucking be there after everything she’s done to me. She knows who we are and what we’re capable of, and yet here she is, challenging us in our own fucking house like she has some right to be here.

But why..?

The thought hits me hard and I scrub a hand over my mouth, not missing the tiny little grin on her lips that tells me she knows exactly what I’m thinking.

Fuck.

She knows.

“Wren?” Callie asks, frowning when she catches the look on my face. “What’s she talking about?”

“Nothing,” I lie, still looking at Freya. “Come here.”

Her lip twitches and she slides from Callie’s grip, walking over to me to do as she’s told. “Hi.”

“Cut the shit,” I bite out, grabbing her upper arm to pull her away from them. “The fuck you want from me?”

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