won’t move. “You smell like whiskey and you’re drunk off your ass. You’re not yourself right now. Go to sleep. Raina will be here in the morning.”
At the mention of my name Kent looks for me again. Seeing me still with Trevor changes his demeanor. He is a demon on the loose.
He shoves Becca out of the way and walks on top of the coffee table to get to me. I watch Sophie move out of the bullseye zone in slow motion. Trevor lets me go just as Kent grabs him around the neck by his collar. Sam is screaming and all I can do is sit there and watch Kent smash Trevor’s face in. But Kent’s drunk and Trevor’s only been drinking beer. Kent wobbles a bit, giving Trevor some leverage. I cringe when Trevor’s fist connects with Kent’s jaw. He stumbles back, grabbing his face. He shakes his head to clear it and runs at Trevor.
I know exactly what’s going to happen. Kent’s not thinking clearly. He doesn’t see Trevor’s foot coming for his face.
“Trevor, no!” I shout.
Trevor doesn’t listen. His boot connects with Kent’s face like a brick wall. Everyone gasps as Kent spins around and goes down. Fire moves through me. I run at Trevor, hands out, and slap him right across the face. Becca wraps her arms around me but I am unhinged. How dare he hurt Kent? He’s the jackass who had his arm around me. I don’t want him. I only want Kent. I thrash against Becca, but she’s got an iron grip and won’t let me loose.
“Let’s go,” Sam orders hurriedly, grabbing Trevor’s arm. She glances at me and shakes her head as if she’s both ashamed and pitying me.
It enrages me. “You have something to say?”
“He’s so not worth it.”
“You would know!” I shoot back.
She shakes her head again and beckons Sophie on.
“I’m cool,” Sophie denies her request. “Get Trevor out of here.”
“I’m fine. Let me go,” I promise once Trevor’s gone. “I’m good, Becca.”
“No you’re not,” she whispers in my ear. “When Kent wakes up I want you gone, do you hear me? This is the last night you’re ever going to see him.” She tightens her arms around me when I start to fight again. “We’re going to go live with one of my friends until we can find a place of our own. Go start packing your stuff.”
The moment she lets me go I run to Kent, dismissing her words and cradling his head in my lap. His mouth is covered in blood. Tears run down my face as I wipe it off with my shirt. I am not leaving him. I try and rouse him but he’s snoring in my lap. “We need to get him to a hospital. He could have a concussion.”
“He is a concussion,” Becca growls. “Look at the way he talked to you, like you’re a pet he can control. He can’t control you.”
“He was jealous. His reaction makes perfect sense. If he was all over Sam I would have beat her ass too.”
“Who are you?” she demands. “Drinking, fighting, men. It’s like you’re losing yourself.”
“Or,” Sophie supplies, looking cute and unruffled. “She’s finding herself.”
Becca glares her. “You barely know her. How could you know who my sister is?”
“I know she’s been working at Oblivion and not once has she smiled. Every time I mention Kent’s name she does. I know she’s done more with me in the last week than she has since I met her. I know that. Do you?”
“I know my sister learned how to fight because of me,” Becca warns.
As they argue I open Kent’s mouth and check his wounds. His teeth are intact, but there’s a thick gash in his mouth and in his cheek from his face smashing against his teeth. I want to pound Trevor’s face in.
Kent starts to groan in my lap.
I pat his cheek. “Wake up.”
His eyes twitch and open, struggling to focus. When he sees me he attempts to smile, but soon realizes he’s in pain. “My jaw hurts.” He sounds dumbfounded. “Why does my jaw hurt?” He lifts his hand and checks his bloodied knuckles, putting things together quickly. “Shit. I lost. Didn’t I?”
I laugh sadly and lean over, kissing his bloody lips. I lick the taste of copper and touch his face gently. “He sucker kicked you.”
“Who?”
“Tell him,” Sophie urges.
“Yeah, tell me.” His eyes darken and I know he remembers. “What were you doing all over him? What are we trying