He sighed and looked out the window, away from me. The anxiety was making my pulse pound in my ears. If someone didn’t tell me what happened soon, broken ribs and missing toenails be damned, I was going to punch someone.
“Mel is gone, Scarlet.” Seb’s voice cracked, and he viciously wiped at his face, abandoning touching any part of my body in comfort.
“What?” I asked, dread filling my stomach.
Not Mel.
“Yeah,” Elliot chimed in from the front as he took a turn a little too fast. “Mel was shot and killed in cold blood all because of you.”
“Elliot,” Tristan said in a warning tone.
“If you don’t shut the fuck up, Elliot,” Seb started, his arms wrapping protectively around me again. “And you,” he said, directing his anger at Tristan. “If I didn’t have my broken girl on my lap, I would teach you a lesson too. Because the way you’re both acting is insane. None of this is Scarlet’s fault, and I will not let you blame her for this shit. It’s pathetic.”
I swallowed against the pain in my throat. I would not cry again. They were hurt. They had a right to be upset. Ignoring the pain in my ribs, I half sat up and crawled onto Seb. He helped me get situated, and I tucked my face into his neck as he cradled me.
“I’m so sorry,” I whispered. He turned and kissed my forehead before holding me tighter to him.
“Oh, she’s yours now?” Tristan turned around and asked, a playful grin on his face. I didn’t think Seb was in the mood to play though.
“She’s mine and only mine until you both get your heads out of your asses and earn her back.”