Don't Tell (Don't 1)

“Get your hands off her, Sebastian.”

Molly’s face was horror-stricken. “D-Damon, wait.”

I barely heard her. I gritted my teeth at Roux.

“Your majesty.” He smirked. He let go of Molly’s wrist before I punched him in the teeth.

“Do you want to tell me what the fuck you’re doing?”

“Having a conversation with my tally.”

I narrowed in on him. “That was settled at the gala.”

He laughed. “Not your tally.”

“He’s talking about me.” I noticed the girl next to Molly. “Hi.”

“Damon, this is my best friend, Brooklyn. The one I told you about.” She pressed the information with her eyes.

Sebastian puffed his chest. “What is she doing here?”

My anger started to dissolve and I realized the problem.

“Who let the tallies in here?” he asked.

No one else had seemed to notice our discussion. “Shut up, Roux. No one knows. There’s no reason for you to announce it.”

“Lesage is here. You don’t think he’s going to realize the new Royal Consort is a tally?”

I wasn’t comfortable with where he was going with the conversation.

“I’ll leave. I’ll just go,” Molly’s friend offered.

“No. You’re not leaving.” Molly spoke up. “You’re my guest.”

Roux laughed as if he heard a hilarious joke. There was nothing funny about this. The fucker liked trouble.

“Guest?”

“Sebastian, please,” Brooklyn pleaded. “I’ll go.”

Molly looked at me frantically. We both knew things were escalating.

“Out here,” I ordered.

We hurried out of one of the side ballroom doors. We maybe had five minutes before our absence was a problem. They followed me to one of the sitting rooms women used to use during balls. I locked the doors behind us.

“Ok. What the fuck is going on?” I turned to them. “And I don’t want to hear your bullshit, Roux. The truth.”

Molly put an arm around her friend. She was visibly shaken.

“She shouldn’t be here.” He pointed at Brooklyn.

“Stop being a dick.”

He glared at me. “You think this is going to work out? You realize you have to pay an exit fee.”

I shoved my hands in my pockets. “I know.”