Despite her being no more than fifty kilograms when soaking wet, I wouldn’t – no, I couldn’t – trust Ari as far as I could throw her. She’d proven that to me over and over again; when shoving me under the bus with the Issacs’s fundraiser, shredding my clothes before the Derby and fanning the flames of her mother and my father’s disregard of me.
So why was I having such a hard time turning my back on the maze and walking away from all this nonsense?
The memories alone, skulking in the back of my mind like a shadowy black cat, fangs flashing white instead of crooked yellow, should have been enough to send me scattering…running back to the safety of the party.
Well, relative safety. Only my pride and self-worth were in danger there, not my very person. Not like when Ros—
But what if sh
