Page 76 of Reckless at Westbrook High

“Because you are Kai,” Freya bites out, sliding her glare from him to Wren. “How long has he been pretending to be you so you could go off and fuck around with him behind my back?”

Kai snorts at the irony of that and she grits her teeth, ripping her hands through her hair while she paces the kitchen. I don’t know this girl well enough to be able to tell what she’s thinking, but I know fear when I see it. She looks fucking terrified, and I don’t miss the way Wren’s brows jump a little bit like he sees it, too.

“You know what, it doesn’t even matter,” she decides, shaking it off like it’s no big deal. “Whatever you’re doing with him ends now. I mean it, Wren. You’re supposed to be mine, and if you don’t start taking this seriously I’ll–”

“You’ll what?” he cuts her off, cocking his head when she swallows, then swallows again. “What the fuck are you so shaken up about right now?”

Her glassy eyes flick to mine before she drops them, wrapping her arms around herself to stare at the floor.

“Who brought you back here, Frey?”

She keeps her mouth shut and I watch her closely, ignoring the unease creeping up my spine while my thoughts wander some place I wish they wouldn’t.

No.

It’s not him.

It can’t be him.

“Frey..”

“He has to go, Wren,” she whispers. “Make him leave.”

Honest to god, I expect him to do as he’s told and kick me out on my ass, but he doesn’t do that. Instead he shocks the shit out of me and takes my hand, keeping his eyes on her while he slowly shakes his head no. Her nostrils flare and she locks her jaw, forcing her chin up to look him dead in the eye.

“What exactly would Zane do if he found out I have a tape that shows the three of you burying the body of the innocent man you killed two years ago?”

This bitch.

Wren flinches like she slapped him and I tighten my grip on his hand, instinctively moving closer to him when I catch the look on Damon’s face.

“You didn’t,” he says, white as a fucking sheet. “Fuck, Wren, please tell me you didn’t.”

He drops his eyes to the marble and Damon loses it, spinning to smash his fist into the kitchen island.

“Fuck,” he growls, leaning his elbows on the counter to scrub his hands over his face. “Fuck.”

No one says anything for a long minute, but then Callie closes her mouth and frowns, looking between the four of us in confusion. “Who’s Zane?”

“Levi’s cousin,” Kai mutters, side eyeing me while he grabs a bottle of whiskey from the kitchen cupboard overhead. “He’s a junior at Sainte Haven High a few towns over.”

“Okay..” she draws out, still confused. “What happens if he finds out?”

He shrugs and takes out a few glasses, laughing lightly despite the circumstances. “We die.”

Her brows jump and she looks at Damon, moving to calm him down before he smashes up the entire penthouse and wakes Elijah. She pulls his face down to hers to say something over his lips and he glares, looking at us over her head while he wraps his arms around her waist.

“Sit the fuck down and start talking.”

Chapter Twenty-Two

Wren

Two years ago..

“You wanna slow down a bit?”

“You wanna suck my dick?” I fire back, flipping the bossy bastard off while I swallow another shot.

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