Violence (Antihero Inferno #3) - Lily White Page 0,22
be cute if what they did to each other wasn’t so awful.
“Good point,” he grumbles before shifting in his seat. “Whatever. If she shows, it’s her funeral.”
The car is doused in silence again, thick tension building, although I’m not sure why.
One particular stare is burning holes in my face, though, a pair of dark green eyes I wish would turn another direction.
Of all the Inferno boys, Tanner Caine is the worst. I swear, he was born without a heart, and had his soul surgically removed. Why every girl in school practically falls at his feet is beyond me.
Quickly glancing at him, I confirm his stare is locked to my face, his eyes hard with something he wants to say.
“Why are you even here?” he finally asks, contempt and disdain dripping from his voice. “I don’t remember inviting you.”
My entire body stiffens, and the hair on the back of my neck stands on end. I want to look away from him, but I can’t.
Despite how much I want to tell Tanner to fuck off, I can’t do that either. I’ve been so damn sheltered in my life that I’m not like Ivy, or even Ava. They have no problem saying what they think.
Although, I can’t really blame Tanner for the question. As one of Ivy’s best friends, I’ve never been welcome around these boys. If anything, I’m an opponent, so my presence here is disturbing for all of us.
Ezra must feel the discomfort rolling off me. His hand shifts to touch me, just his pinky finger tangling with mine. That amber stare slides Tanner’s direction, his rough voice filling the car.
“I invited her. Is there a problem?”
More tension drowns me as Tanner glares at Ezra. And while that look would destroy me where I sit, Ezra doesn’t appear bothered by it in the slightest.
Not liking the expression on Tanner’s face, I look away, my eyes colliding with Mason’s light blue stare that holds my gaze for just a second before dropping down to where Ezra’s pinky finger wraps with mine.
The corner of his mouth turns down into a scowl.
“Actually, I do have a problem with it,” Tanner says.
“Both of you? Ah, I get it.” He laughs again. “Jesus, Emily. I never pegged you for the type.”
My brows tug together when Mason smirks, his head turning so he can look out a window.
I turn as well to glance at Tanner.
“What is that supposed to mean?”
He’s still chuckling as he runs a hand through his hair and looks out the window beside him. “Nothing.”
Shane interrupts both of us.
“Not that it matters. We’re finally at the house. Thank fuck. I’m sick of being crammed in with all of you.”
They all snort at that. But I agree with the sentiment. The ride to Gabriel’s house hasn’t been fun at all.
Breathing out a sigh of relief when we pull up to the front of his monstrosity of a mansion, I wait while the driver runs around to open the door. Tanner, Gabe, Sawyer and Mason slide out first.
Shane, impatient as ever, let’s himself out through the other door, and I’m left with just the twins, Ezra’s pinky stilled curled with mine.
Eventually he slides out, waits by the door to take my hand and help me to my feet, and then we both wait for Damon.
Surprised when they both grab my hands to walk on either side of me, I say nothing as we walk up the steps to the large porch and into the house.
There aren’t many people at the party yet.
Music rolls out of the main room into the foyer, and I attempt to walk in that direction. Ezra pulls me left down another hall instead, Damon’s hand releasing mine even though he continues following behind us.
“Where are we going?”
Ezra’s amber gaze catches mine, his mouth curling into a mischievous grin.
“To your prom.”
Confused by that, I follow silently, not familiar enough with Gabriel’s house to know where I’m being led.
After a few turns, we end up in a large solarium, the night sky filled with stars above our heads, the space around us sparsely filled with cozy sitting areas.
My heels click against the stone floor as Ezra leads me to the center of the room, music suddenly filling the space. I glance over my shoulder to see Damon near a stereo.
“What are you doing?” I ask as I turn back to Ezra. “This isn’t necessary.”
He grins, just the corners of his lips slightly tipping