me. Here I was, once again, at the mercy of the Heirs and their unending hatred of me. Maybe I deserved it this time, and maybe I didn’t, but regardless, it was my reality.
When we got to Rogue’s house, it was Bonham who hopped out first and came to my door. Nobody else moved until he successfully hauled me out of the car. I couldn’t help but smirk at the way Rogue stayed glued to his seat and slipped his keys securely into his pocket.
Rogue’s house was sparkling clean inside. There was zero trace of a party ever happening here, thanks to the maid’s hard work. His parents weren’t home, of course. They never were. Always away on business or travelling, leaving their eighteen-year-old son to fend for himself.
Bonham didn’t let go of me until I was dumped onto the couch in the living room, and then I had all four of them staring down at me, arms crossed and faces grim.
“Talk.”
The order came from Rogue, and I couldn’t stop my eyes from lifting to his. “What do you want me to say?”
He took a step forward until his shoes hit my toes. “Don’t fucking test me.”
“Fine. I’ll talk,” I snapped. “Let’s start at the beginning.”
He narrowed his eyes when I pushed to my feet, but I didn’t care. The anxiety, the troubled dreams from last night, the hell from this last year, it was all too much. It all came to a head yesterday, and I couldn’t take it anymore.
I took a deep breath and levelled my gaze on him. “You were my best friends, but you dumped me like yesterday’s trash. You ruined me at school. You tormented me. You let everyone else torment me. And then, you got what you wanted. You made it so even my own mama didn’t want me around. So you won. I’m being shipped off. But that wasn’t enough for you, was it? Because then you went and humiliated me one last time for your own sick pleasure. The guys I knew would never have treated me like that.”
I felt the burning behind my eyes, but I wouldn’t cry. “You know, I shouldn’t even be surprised that you murdered that man. If you four are capable of doing what you did to me, then this really shouldn’t be a shock.”
With my eyes still locked on Rogue, I caught the flash of emotion cross his face before he could stop it. It was there for a fraction of a second, but the sight of it pulled me up short.
Pulling his mask back into place, he used his body to intimidate me by wrapping a hand around my neck again, reminding me of last night—of how easily he could cut off my breath.
“We’re not interested in listening to your dear diary entries,” he said cruelly. “Why did you leave, who the fuck did you talk to, and what were you doing in that apartment?”
I ground my teeth together. “I’m not your friend. That’s why I left,” I snapped. “I won’t ever follow you again.”
The grip on my neck tightened, and I knew he was going to add to the light marks that were already there.
“I didn’t tell,” I went on. “Not that you’ll believe me, but that’s the truth. I’m probably a fucking idiot, but I didn’t tell a soul.”
Rogue studied me, his face only inches from mine, and I forced myself to steel my spine and not lean into his touch. I didn’t let myself breathe in his scent or allow my eyes to soften.
“Last question, Scar,” he said, so low I almost missed it.
For a second, I had to remember what it was. “What I was doing in that apartment is none of your business.”
Maybe it was stupid to continue to taunt him with the possibility that I fucked Clayton Hammond, but after everything they’d done to me, I didn’t want to give that up.
If it was possible, Rogue tensed even more, and his eyes darkened with anger.
“Out.”
The word was spoken at the same, even tone, but it carried weight. I heard the others instantly retreat, their footsteps fading away from us. I couldn’t see anything but Rogue, though. He blocked out everything else from view, just the way he preferred.
When we were alone, he tilted my head back, making me feel even more vulnerable. “You fuck him?”
“What do you think?” I retorted.
He leaned in slowly, until his mouth almost pressed against my ear. “I think that if he so much as