Page 105 of Wild Hearts

“What didn’t you say anything about?” I ask, working hard to keep my voice level despite the urge to smash my fist into Flynn’s face. Realisation floods his eyes that I had no idea of his part of all of this and his face pales.What the fuck did he do?“Somebody better tell me what the fuck you had to do with all of this before I lose my shit,” I growl.

Flynn takes a step back toward the door, raising his hands in front of him. “I–I didn’t know he would... I was drunk, I was looking for a room to hook up with my own date...” His voice trails off and he tugs on the ends of his hair as he mutters a curse, clearly not expecting things to go this way.

“You fucking saw it?” I ask, stepping forward. Before I can make another move, Wren’s tear-streaked face appears in front of me and she puts her hands on my chest. My heart thuds against her fingers, ringing in my ears. My ears ringing.

“Brady,” Wren says, reaching one hand up to guide my face so I’m looking at her. “Brady, look at me. It’s not his fault. The only person at fault here is Drew.” She blanches when she says his name.

“He saw it,” I choke out. “He fucking saw it and he did nothing about it.”

“All I saw was Wren passed out on the bed. She was fully clothed. I had no idea...” He drops his head into his hands. “I’m so fucking sorry, I had no idea he would do that.”

I move to step toward him again, but Wren grabs my bicep, squeezing it tight. “It’s not his fault,” she repeats.

I wrench my arm from her grip, but instead of going after Flynn, I walk over to the sliding door that overlooks the beach and slam my fist into the wall next to it. Pain radiates through my hand, but I welcome the distraction.

“There were other girls,” Airlie speaks up from behind me. “Before you, Wren. There were others.”

CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN

Wren

THERE WERE OTHER GIRLS.

Airlie’s words echo through my head. The room starts to spin.Other girls.I sink down to the floor. Drew did it before. I wasn’t the first.

“How do you know?” I finally manage to ask in a small voice, my eyes drifting between Airlie and Flynn. They look at each other, seeming to have a silent conversation between themselves.This is new.

Flynn makes his way across the room and perches on the couch next to Airlie. She immediately relaxes her body into his. “After seeing you, I felt so guilty. When I got back to Newcastle, I went to see Airlie, told her about what I saw that night and how I wanted to make things right. I know I can never take that night back, and I’m going to regret it for the rest of my life.”

Brady mutters something under his breath.

“We spoke to a couple of the boys on the team that Flynn trusted,” Airlie adds. “Jared Klein let slip that his sister’s best friend had left school after going to a party where she hooked up with Drew. She was a year younger than us.”

“Jared managed to get her number for us. It turned out the same as your situation: He said, she said. No one saw anything. Her drink had been spiked and the night was hazy, but she remembered making out with him and then she woke up with her underwear missing.” Flynn winces.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” I ask in a small voice.

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