for me not to harden up against a potential threat. That’s the reaction that’s saved my life many times, protected me from rape and molestation and pain. It’s what I do now, to keep me and the boys safe. “But I don’t need your sympathy or your pity. My boys are small-time pot dealers and total assholes. That’s it. We’re in high school; get over yourself.” I stand up from the stool and head for the door.
I expect Sara to call out and ask me to come back.
She doesn’t.
Instead, she waits until I’ve walked down the block and climbed into Hael’s Camaro to start tailing us.
Fan-fucking-tastic.
“What happened?” Cal asks, leaning between the two front seats. The way his proximity affects me has completely changed. When Callum moves, it’s as if he vibrates the very molecules in the air around me. My skin ripples with the need to feel his touch, and I exhale.
“Neil told her before he died that if something were to happen to him, then I did it.”
Hael curses under his breath at my statement, raking his fingers through his red hair.
“Yeah, well, that was one of our concerns originally, about killing him. Oscar said it would be different this time.” Hael glances my way, raising his brows. “Victor said it would be. I guess we just have to trust that they know what they’re doing?” He smiles at me, but the expression isn’t entirely mirthful. “If we get caught, you know who the fall-guy is, right?”
“Stop that,” I growl out, because I’m not sure if he’s actually worried or just playing with me. “You guys better have a backup plan for Officer Young.”
“We’re not worried about her,” Cal tells me, pitching his voice nice and low. The fingers of his right hand knead my shoulder slightly, and I shudder with pleasure. “She might be able to follow a trail, but she’s still a pig. We have plans.” Callum pauses briefly and gives a small sigh, like he’s prepping to tell me something he isn’t sure I’ll like. “They involve your mother.”
Ah.
One of my darkest shadows; one of my biggest disappointments.
Pamela.
By Monday, it’s clear that Sara Young is interested in Havoc, but mostly … she’s interested in me. If I ride with Hael, she’s behind us. If I walk with Callum, there she is. Doesn’t matter which Havoc Boy, as long as I’m there, she’ll follow.
She’s still trying to be the good cop to Constantine’s bad, but it doesn’t make any difference because she’s already laid out her intentions loud and clear. She doesn’t have any evidence … yet. But she’s going to keep digging.
By Thursday, I’m so done with her shit that I don’t even bother trying to start class with Mr. Darkwood; I just storm into Ms. Keating’s office and fling the door against the wall.
Apparently, Principal Vaughn was about to lock it, because I appear to have ripped the doorknob from his one remaining useable hand.
In one of two chairs in front of Ms. Keating’s desk, I see Kali Rose-Kennedy.
She turns to look at me over her shoulder, eyes widening slightly before narrowing.
“Bernadette,” Officer Young says, smiling and holding out a hand to indicate I should take a seat. “Funny you should show up here, right now. What a coincidence.”
“What’s going on?” I ask as I slip into the room and stop next to Kali’s chair. The empty one is on her other side, but that’s not my point. I stay where I am, looming over her. “I just figured since you’ve been calling me in here so damn much, I’d jump the gun and come myself.”
“Why don’t you have a seat?” Constantine suggests as Kali shifts slightly in her seat and then flips her hair. Her eyes take me in from head to toe as my tongue tingles with the taste of gossip. If she was in here squealing, god help her. Prescott always knows a snitch. “Bernadette?”
After an awkward period of silence where I just stare at Kali until she gets uncomfortable again, I finally take my seat. Looking back over at her, I take great pride in seeing that she’s still bruised and swollen in the face.
“Kali here wanted to talk to us about a few things,” Sara says, and I can see it in her eyes that she’s just laid an awful trap. It’s too obvious for my liking, but it also makes me sick to my stomach at the same time. What Officer Young has just done is this: look,