Page 92 of Broken Prince

“I’d bet. You drank half the bar last night.” Justin chuckles.

“Leave him alone,” I warn, and Justin’s face falls.

“Shit, sorry, man.” Justin grimaces.

“Whatever.”

“Switch seats with me,” I tell Logan. He gives me a look but does as I ask. I lean over him and open up the window in front of us as well as our own. “This should help.”

He sighs as he leans his head against the cool window.

“So, can I at least watch next time?” Justin asks.

“What the fuck?” Logan growls.

“Hey, if you're going to be sleeping with my future wife, I at least wanna watch.”

“Make him stop.” Logan looks at me with pleading eyes.

“Stop it, or I’ll rip your balls off,” I threaten with a bright smile.

He pales and sits back in his seat. “You're mean,” he mumbles. “It’s kind of hot. Makes me hard.”

“I give up,” I slouch down in the seat.

Closing my eyes, I try to block everything out.

Logan takes my hand, lacing his fingers through mine. Opening my eyes, I look over to find his closed, head still against the window.

My gaze drops to our hands, and instead of pulling mine free, I grip his tighter.

The closer we get to home, the more dread I start to feel in the pit of my stomach. The whole way there, I hold his hand while I’m thinking of what to do next, making plans I don’t want to be making.

When we get back to the university, Elijah is there waiting for us to give us a ride home.

“Hey.” He smiles, looking at his brother warily. “How are you doing?”

“I feel like death. At this point, I’d welcome it,” he grumbles before stalking off to the car.

“He drank to drown the pain,” I explain.

“I thought as much.” He sighs, looking over to his car. “How’s he doing?”

“Not good. He thinks he’s going to lose his son for good. How did everything go for you?”

“She didn’t talk to me at all, thankfully. Benny slept the whole time. I made sure to bring her to her house and waited to leave until they were both inside.”

I nod my head, crossing my arms. “I hate her.” I look away.

“We all do,” Elijah agrees, voice hard.

“Everything will be okay.” I turn to look at him.

“Why do you sound so sure?” He narrows his eyes.

“I just am.” I don’t stay so he can ask me more, and head to the car, climbing into the back seat.

Once we get home, I head right for my room and start making calls.