approaching Mason about anything.
We didn’t like each other, and given the way he stared at me whenever he saw me with the twins, I knew something was pissing him off. But he was the only member of the Inferno I had anything to do with, so he was the best choice.
The conversation was pleasant at first, our first real truce for all of fifteen minutes when he explained even the group had no idea.
Unfortunately, it went downhill from there, and I walked away with a warning that if I cause problems with the twins, there would be hell to pay for it.
As it turned out, I did cause problems.
I just haven’t yet paid the price.
Which is why I shouldn’t have accepted the twins’ present at the engagement party, and also why I’ve been hiding in my house for two days since.
I’ve never asked a damn thing from the Inferno, but that doesn’t mean I don’t owe them.
A night that left me scarred, both physically and emotionally, was also a night that put me on the Inferno shit-list, a sad truth I’ve kept to myself.
Not even Ivy or Ava know the full story of what happened. And maybe if I hide for the rest of my life, I can keep it that way.
I betrayed the twins.
I broke a promise before they left for college.
I was the reason they went to jail that night.
And the entire Inferno knows it.
It’s too bad my traveling days are over now that I’m engaged. It would be nice to hide out in Germany or Italy, Greece or even Romania, if it meant I’d be as far away from this mess as possible.
“Not anymore, killer...You broke the promise. Not me.”
It sounded like an innocent comment, didn’t it?
Something as simple as me not picking up a phone.
Except there was a warning in those words that stretched back ten years, and you would have to know what the promise was to understand what he meant.
To put it mildly, I’m fucked.
I know it.
The Inferno knows it.
The only people who don’t know it are my closest friends. And I have to keep it that way if I have any hope of protecting them from the fallout.
No matter how bad things get, I have to keep my mouth shut. It shouldn’t be too hard. I’ve had a lifetime of practice pretending to be perfectly happy in a life where I’m trapped.
We need to talk...
Those are never good words to hear, no matter where they’re coming from.
I certainly hadn’t expected them.
Almost ignoring the text, I’d stared at my phone for twenty minutes, tapping my nails against the plastic before I finally shot off an answer agreeing to that conversation.
It’s been two hours since, and when someone knocks on my door with a quick three taps, I close my eyes and prepare myself for what’s coming.
Pushing to my feet, I cross the room on silent steps, a shaky breath leaking out of me as I grip the handle and twist.
Surprise stills me in place to look up and meet a pair of amber eyes staring down at me, Damon’s crooked smile knocking me off balance.
“Hey, Red.”
With one arm braced against the doorframe, Damon reaches out to tip his finger beneath my chin and close my mouth.
Amusement dances behind his eyes because it’s obvious I didn’t realize my jaw had dropped to see him.
“Not expecting me, I take it?”
I shake my head, both in answer and to rid myself of the surprise.
“No. Sorry. How did you get in here? Does Ezra-“
“He doesn’t know I’m here, and I’d like to keep it that way.”
Blinking once at that, I ask, “Okay. But how did you get in?”
“Your brother.”
Ugh.
Fucking Dylan.
He’s been the biggest asshole to me in the past few weeks.
I was hoping once he got his new car, he’d be out and about with little time at home, but it hasn’t happened.
Every night, he has friends over, a damn party in the common rooms and halls that I have to avoid.
When I don’t say anything, Damon grins.
“Are you going to let me in, or are we going to stand here staring at each other?”
“Oh, yeah.” I open my door wider and step back. “Sorry.”
He chuckles and walks past me, my head craning up because I always forget how big the twins are until I’m standing next to them.
They were tall in high school, but now that they’ve grown into those frames, they practically swallow the space around them.
My room feels tiny with him standing in it, and