movement and a pissy attitude, he faces forward, not saying a damn word to me the short drive back.
The second the Jeep skids to a stop I leap out over the side, Royce on my heels, and not a second later more dirt flies in the air as a second Jeep pulls to a stop and two more large bodies rush forward.
I run into the house, quickly spinning to shove the door closed and lock it.
Royce smacks the frame with a growl and dashes to the right, Maddoc to the left and Captain stays right outside the front.
I run up the stairs, rushing for the back door, but Royce is already there shoving it open when I hit the top of the stairs, so I run back down, making a dash for the room they put me in, but skid to a stop when I find Maddoc at the bottom of the stairs.
He clicks the lock without taking his eyes off me and Captain steps inside with his chin lifted.
Right then, Royce’s chest hits my back and I jump.
“Nowhere to go now, RaeRae.”
“Fuck off,” I hiss, but I lift my head and stare down the two making their way up the steps.
“Start talking, Raven.”
“About?”
“Don’t play stupid.”
“Don’t be a little bitch. Ask what you wanna know.”
Captain’s brows jump slightly, but Maddoc’s only narrow more. He looks over my shoulder at Royce.
Royce shifts behind me so I snap, “Put your hands on me right now, Royce, and get your balls bruised.”
Maddoc’s jaw clenches and he growls, stepping closer, but I don’t back down or cower, and after what feels like forever, he backs up, spins around and storms out of the cabin. Captain follows.
“We ... brought you here,” Royce trials off so I turn to face him. I’d swear I see worry in his eyes if I didn’t know any better. “Don’t make us regret it, Rae.”
Rae.
Not Raven.
Not RaeRae.
Rae.
He walks out and suddenly I’m disappointed. But it makes no sense, because the acid on my tongue was poured by my own damn self and a direct hit, right at me.
And it pisses me off.
How could these boys bring me from fuming at them to mad at myself, and two of them with nothing but a look? And I don’t even like that stupid nickname!
I drop my back against the wall and close my eyes.
Taking a deep breath, I allow myself a few rare seconds of uncertainty, and then I force all thoughts from my head and when my eyes open, I’m good. Ready to party.
I’m getting fucked up.
They’re fucked up.
Each fucking one, completely fucking wasted.
Royce has some brunette chick on his lap and another standing at his back, running her hands down his chest over his shirt while his tongue plays connect the dots with the freckles on the lap girl’s chest.
Captain has the bride of Chuckie chick grinding against his dick as they dance under the stupid Christmas lights – he glares my way every few minutes like his fucking with her is somehow sticking it to me. He’ll sure as shit be sticking it to her later.
Good for her, I guess. And he deserves all her crazy after if he wants to act like a dumbass.
And Maddoc. He hasn’t glanced my way once.
Not that I’ve been waiting but still. Hasn’t happened yet.
He’s busy, though.
I haven’t seen Chloe yet, but that is one of her minions with her paws all over him.
He drops on the edge of a wooden picnic table and she stands between his legs, her hand down his pants right there for anyone to see.
Sure, they’re tucked away a little, a dark shadow cast over their table, but there are still people all around. At least fifty or sixty more than last night are scattered all around between the dozen or so cabins.
“Trade?”
I look over and Leo who collects my empty bottle, popping the top of a new one with his lighter.
“Thanks.”
“Yup.”
When he stands there and stares, I drop my legs from the chair. “What?”
“Boys are pissed.”
“When are they not?”
He grabs a chair and drags it over, sitting in front of me.
“That was stupid, you going to the Graven side.”
“I’d have had to have known there was a Graven side to know to stay away from it, right?”
He nods. “Right. But let’s say you did. Would you have stayed away from it?”
“What do you think?”
“I don’t know you.”
“Yet here you are, an opinion sitting on the edge of your tongue.”
He glares. “Fair enough.”
I scoff, glancing away but look