I planted myself between them. “Wait, just…wait.”
Jaw clenched, Gray exhaled—pissed I was choosing West. But this wasn’t for West, it was Grayson’s bloody knuckles. For the bruises blackening his body when he snuck out to see me. He didn’t think twice about hurting himself for me, so someone had to.
West wasn’t worth it.
I wasn’t worth it.
West grabbed my hips, yanking me to his chest, lips to my neck. “Didn’t you, Angel. Your groan was so fucking hot.”
Grayson’s mouth hooked to one side venomously and he laughed, but it was caustic and without humor.
Then he reached over my shoulder and grabbed West by the back of his neck. “Stop using her as a shield. Let her go so you can bleed.”
I was sandwiched between them, the sky aglow with the new year, but my nose was filled with the scent of decay. Grayson’s breath heated my forehead, his chest pressed against mine, and I was too aware that he wasn’t looking at me.
West rubbed his cock against my ass. “I like her between us too much.”
Grayson snapped. He slammed West’s head into the mausoleum and West let me go on a sharp inhale. I stumbled free. Still without looking at me, Gray shoved me behind him, his grip on my arm tight.
“The only thing stopping me from fucking ending you right now is her. The minute that changes, I’ll get my knuckles bloody with you.”
West grinned, rubbing the back of his head. “Promises.”
I blinked. What did that mean? He was waiting for me?
“You’re so perfect together,” West goaded. “You must tell each other everything. Like…who I’m marrying.”
I assumed West was just trying to get into my veins, lying as usual. So I scoffed. I believed Grayson wouldn’t have kept something so big from me.
But Grayson stiffened.
And suddenly a knot formed in my gut.
West leaned to the side to see me behind Grayson and grinned. “It’s Gemma.”
The knot twisted. “You’re lying. You said your fiancée knew the deal, that she was okay with it. Gemma already has a fiancé.”
West arched his brow. “I told you in Scotland you were putting your eggs in the wrong basket, Angel. Why don’t you ask Grayson if I’m lying?”
Grayson, who’d been silent for the past few seconds.
Whose grip o
n my arm squeezed.
“He’s lying, right?”
Having to marry his sister off to a monster would kill Grayson.
“This isn’t going to work.” Grayson spat blood onto the dirt. “We’re done.”
He pulled me toward Crowne Hall, as if to drag me out of the cemetery. I gasped for air—he lied.
He fucking lied.
I fought back, digging my heels in. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
He dropped me and spun, eyes wild. “Why don’t you tell me your secrets, Snitch?”