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“Jagger?”
“Jagger wanted info. I gave it to him.” She shrugs.
“What info would that be?” Cyn asks.
“He approached me and asked about you,” she says sullenly.
“What did he want to know?” Bastion barks and Iris’ eyes flash, but before she can say anything, he steps into her and says menacingly, “This is life or death, so you better think long and hard about your answer.”
She drops her head, and I spy a flash of something before she whispers, “I don’t know enough for it to matter.”
“Then why was he all over my brother tonight?”
“Because I told him that Cyn has been causing trouble over Rain.”
“Trouble how?”
“Does it matter?” Cyn sighs, looking back at me. “Your uncle is a dead man.”
“No!” I gasp. “No. What if this brings attention to you?”
“From who?”
“Jagger,” I say helplessly.
He searches my expression with narrowed eyes, and I see the conflict in his pretty irises. “I’m not sending you back there.”
“It’s okay,” I say softly, my chest warm. I mean, it’s not, but knowing he cares gives me hope for him, for us.
“It’s fine. I’ll take the punishment,” Iris says, and I open my mouth to protest, but Bastion beats me to it.
“It’s not fine,” he growls but Iris ignores him and stands.
“What would he do if you didn’t come home?” Cyn asks.
“Probably call the cops. His newest trick is that he’ll turn me in for stealing. It doesn’t matter because it will only make it worse when we’re forced to go home,” she says.
“Fuck it,” Cyn says. “We’ll take you home, but he’s gonna learn what pain is before I’m through.”
“Cyn,” I plead, but he ignores me, striding from the room with Bastion following closely behind him.
“Jig,” I say, but he cuts me off.
“No, LB, you can’t ask us to send you back in knowing that sick fuck is going to hurt you,” he says with a fierce frown before he, too, walks away.
“Shit,” I mutter.
“It’s fine. Maybe they’ll kill the fucker,” Iris says, but she’s uneasy, and I turn to her incredulously.
“This wouldn’t be an issue if you hadn’t opened your damn mouth!” I brush past her and step outside, sucking air into my panicked lungs.
If it wasn’t bad enough that I basically agreed to kill a man, now the guys are involved, and I’m pretty sure subtly is anathema to them.
Still, knowing I don’t have to go home and worry about the jerk touching me is such a relief I feel weightless. But it’s this that causes guilt to spiral through me because nothing good can come of this. Nothing.
Chapter Eighteen
It’s quiet as we drive away from the cabin, and I glance back mournfully, wishing this had been a night of partying and fun instead of the shit show it’s become. Jig sits wedged between us, preventing me from speaking to Iris, but she doesn’t seem too keen as she broods out the window.