Page 20 of Fated to Monsters

“I don’t trust him,” Bo chimes in.

“You don’t trust anyone.” Wren faces Bo. “What is it? His enormous manor. The fact that he didn’t kill us for breaking into his home? His giant freezer full of delicious food? That he was willing to go find something to help Dash?”

Bo stares right at her, expressionless. “Tremont, not Sydney.”

“Oh.”

Bo huffs. “I’m going to tell the others you didn’t die.”

“Actually,” I reach out toward him. “You. Stay. Wren will inform them.”

“Yeah, of course.” She kisses my cheek before leaving the room.

When I’m sure her footsteps have hit the stairs, I glare at Bo. “Spill.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Bo presses his hands on the windowsill and shoves his head out the window. “The air is different here, have you noticed that?”

“Yeah, it’s fresher, and it doesn’t smell like soot and rotting flesh. But don’t try to change the subject.”

Bo sighs dramatically. “I can’t change the subject if I don’t know what the subject is.”

“Don’t play dumb with me. You’re too smart to be that stupid.”

“Aw, you think I’m smart.” Bo brings himself back inside and returns his arms to the crossed position over his chest, shutting me out like he does everyone else.

“What’s going on between you two? And before you ask me who, I’m talking about you and Wren. What happened?”

“Nothing happened.”

“Something happened.”

“Why are you so worried about it?”

I pinch the bridge of my nose between my fingers. “Because she’s important to me, and you’re important to me. I’m not an idiot. Something is clearly going on. This is a different kind of banter. I can literallyfeelthe fucking tension when you’re both near each other.”

Bo’s dark eyes widen. “Did you just sayfucking?”

“Why does everyone get so alarmed when I cuss?”

“You’re the sweet and innocent one of the bunch.” Bo shrugs. “It’s uncharacteristic of you.”

“Maybe I’m sick of being the odd man out. And for the twenty-seventh time, stop deflecting the conversation. I’m not going to leave you alone until you tell me what it is.”

“And then what, Dash, what does it matter?”

“It matters. To you, to her, to me, to all of us. You’re going to tell me, and then we’re going to fix it.”

“What if it can’t be fixed?”

“Then, you better start groveling. Sooner rather than later.” I stick my arm out the window to let the breeze wash over my skin. “What did you do?”

“It’s more like whatdidn’tI do?”

“So you admit that you did something wrong?”

Bo runs his hand through his long hair, tugging it and letting out a breath. “I don’t know. Yes. No. Kind of. Everything has been wrong from the start. And I’m…”

But he doesn’t finish his sentence, not even after a full minute of silence.

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