Cyrus
“Man, why did you even do it?” Dane’s voice cuts through the silence like a blade. He and Zane are slumped on the bench across from me, their voices low, but the judgment? Loud as hell. “I’m not on Cain’s side, and I’m not on yours either. But I’m with Saoirse. It sucks that we have to avoid her like she’s some damn ghost. And now? She’s not even showing up anymore.”
“She’s not a ghost,” I mutter.
“Well, she might as well be,” Zane says bitterly. “No one’s seen her in days.”
I bring a cigarette to my lips and light it, letting the smoke swirl around me like a shield. “Well, cowards,” I exhale. “No one stopped me.”
“You don’t even smoke,” KD scoffs, plucking the cigarette from my fingers and stubbing it out like it’s offending him. “You’re just playing the part. Pathetic.”
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