Fraud (Antihero Inferno #2) - Lily White Page 0,164

“I was wondering, but then again, it always smells that way.”

Red hot anger flares across Hillary’s cheeks. “We just kissed-“

“Uh, huh. I believe that about as much as I believe Ezra said any of that shit. Especially since it was Damon you were making out with. Or did you not know that?”

Hillary flinches. “No, it was Ez-“

“Really?” Ivy laughs. “You sure about that? Can you tell me whose dick you smell like right now? Do you know? Whose pubes did you just use as dental floss? Because I know the answer to that. Everybody in the pool house knows. But the joke is you don’t. So do you have anything else to say around my friend? Or would you like to go back inside and ask the twins which one just played you?”

Tears shimmer in Hillary’s eyes that she blinks away, her chin tipping higher in feigned confidence.

Her eyes flick to me as a sneer curls her mouth, but rather than saying a word in her defense, she hisses, “Fuck you all.”

We watch as Hillary and crew storm off, a dangerous feeling fluttering inside me that I know I need to quash.

Hope, no matter how unwarranted, is infectious. It’s pernicious, all soft and warm, a ray of sunshine striking cleanly through a thick carpet of dark clouds.

I shouldn’t hope for anything.

Still, I do.

“Was she really kissing Damon?” I ask, my voice weaker than I like.

Blue eyes flick my way, Ivy’s thin shoulder shrugging as she wraps her arm with mine to walk me into the house behind Ava.

“I have no idea. I just said that to piss her off.”

The hope I feel dies a tragic death, but I refuse to mourn its demise. It’s better not to have it. Not to care. Especially when secrets have a way of getting out into the open and I have a future to protect, even if I don’t want it.

Once inside, the loud music assaults us, neither Ivy or Ava feeling as heavy as I do. They’re not afraid of having their hearts broken, aren’t burdened by the knowledge they have no control over their lives.

Ava is going off to Yale when we graduate and Ivy is still undecided, but at least they have options I don’t have.

“Gabriel’s already piss drunk,” Ivy whispers in my ear, laughter coating her voice. “I told you I have nothing to worry about tonight.”

I glance over at where most of the Inferno guys are seated and roll my eyes at the girls standing or sitting around them, desperate for attention.

Ivy is wrong if she thinks Gabriel hasn’t planned something. The second we walk into the room, his emerald green gaze lifts and seeks her out.

Amused by how the two of them always look for each other without realizing what the rest of us know about how they really feel, I make the mistake of glancing left to find another dangerous stare locked on us, this one a pretty amber color with green flecks you can only see when up close.

My first thought is Ezra, but the truth is it could be either of them. I can’t claim to have superiority on Hillary. I never really knew who was tugging me into a room, whose lips brushed mine, whose voice whispered words in my ear that made me melt.

“I need to go,” I say, yanking my arm from Ivy’s hold.

She turns to stop me, but I’m too fast as I weave my way past a crowd of bodies, cutting through them like a warm knife through butter. I have no idea where I’m going, just that it’s away from Ezra or Damon or both.

Unfortunately, the best laid plans and innocent of intentions have a way of going south fast.

I realize it as a hand locks over my arm, my body melting at the touch, my brain short-circuiting as I’m dragged into a separate room, my eyes clenching closed as a door shuts.

My back presses against a wall, the cool temperature of the plaster sinking through my dress to tease my skin, the heat of warm lips running up my neck the perfect counterpoint to a wave of cold tremors racing through me.

“You were going the wrong way.”

A smile tugs at the corner of my lips, both happy and bitter. “I don’t think away from you is the wrong way.”

Fingertips tempt my skin as they skitter over my neck to brush away my hair. I’m so out of my element with him that I could be floating in space,