“He asked me something weird.”
“What?”
“He asked me if I had ever kissed you.”
“What’d you say?”
“I told him yeah.”
“Then what?” My pulse pounds in my ears and my heart hurts. Why would Killian ask him that?
“He hung up on me.”
“And just now? Was that him?”
“He sent this.” Hunter hands me his phone and my heart stops. It’s a photo of Killian and Jackie. Her lips are pressed to his cheek, and he’s got that broody smirk on his face that I love. The one I felt was reserved only for me.
Anger pours through me. “I’m going to kill him.”
“Liri. I promised you I’d always be your friend, and I thought you guys belonged together, but all that bastard does is make you cry. It’s time to give him up. He obviously has no respect for you.”
“He lost his memory…” I catch myself making excuses for him and stop. “Call a cab or something. I’m going over there.” I push up from the couch determined.
“No.”
“Hunter, I’m not asking, and I don’t think either of us can drive my car right now. I’m going with or without your help.”
“Liri, I’m begging you not to go. By the time you get there…”
“Then I need to see it for myself.” Going to the frat house and seeing him with her is the last thing I want, but I owe it to myself.
“Fine. Have it your way.” Hunter punches the Uber app on his phone. “They’ll be here soon.”
“Thank you.”
“Don’t thank me. It’s what a good friend does even if I think that you’re making a huge mistake. He’s only going to break your heart.”
“It’s my heart to get broken. I don’t expect you to understand but I hope as my friend you can support my choice here.”
Chapter 14
Liri
The Uber Hunter arranged for drops us outside of the frat house, and I feel like I’m going to throw up in the bushes any second now. My face goes pale as I stare at the house. It’s cold enough no one is really hanging out on the lawn. There’s no one to warn Killian that I’m here.
“You don’t have to do this, Liri.”
“Yes…” I pause and suck in a deep breath. “I have to know.”
“I don’t want to see you put yourself through this.”
“Then don’t watch, but I’m going in that house and finding him, and then I’m going to kill that bitch.”
“I can’t be held responsible if I hit him. If he hurts you, I’ll break his face.”
“You can’t fight. You’re still recovering from surgery.”
“And you’re not in much better shape.” He laughs, and I shift my eyes from his shoulder to my hand, and I laugh too.