She swallows hard. "Never mind."
What the hell could Bree possibly know about Iris? My fingers curl into fists. "Tell me."
She presses her lips together. Something fills her eyes, something I haven't seen from her in a long, long time.
Pity.
I blink. It's still there.
My sister pities me?
What the fuck?
This doesn't make any sense.
She's met Iris once. What could she possibly know?
"Bree. What the fuck?"
"I shouldn't say anything."
"What the hell does that mean?" I stare back into her eyes.
"Iris…" Her dark eyes streak with regret. "I've seen her at NA."
No. There's no fucking way that's true. "Bullshit."
"She got up. Told her story. It had a lot of ugly parts. It was brave and I… I shouldn't have said this." Bree presses her lips together. "Even if you're my brother. She… I… shit." She takes a step backward. "I love you."
"Yeah."
"Walker?" Her voice is sincere. "Are you okay?"
Every single molecule of her expression is sincere.
"You saw my girlfriend at NA?"
She nods. "I wish I was lying. Really. You deserve a good thing. But, whatever you want to believe, your girlfriend is an addict."
No.
There's no way.
She's full of shit.
Even if she sounds really fucking honest.
Chapter Thirty-Four
Walker
The party is quiet. Thank fuck Dean pulled the curtains down, because everyone is staring at me. Even the people who don't know Bree. And the ones who have no idea she's an addict.
Dean shoots me a look. You okay?
I nod even though I'm not.
This is fucking bullshit.