I should’ve run the second Brielle threw that dare at me—hell, I should’ve run before the bottle ever landed on me.
Instead, I’m standing in a mansion, shaking, with matte lipstick smeared across my mouth and my stomach churning.
She threatened my mom.
I press the back of my hand to my lips. They’re still tender from Ryker’s kiss, still tingling. He kissed me like I was poison … and then like I was fragile glass.
And then called me a freak.
I want to go home. I want this night to be over. Mostly … I wish to disappear.
Instead, I head through the doors I saw Jaxson and Ryker leave through. Had I known they were unlocked, I would have made a run for them earlier, now it’s too late.
I just need a second to breathe while I try to find my way out of this mess. To get away. To find wate
