The shark was back. This was the real her.
She strolled over to the sink and poured the beer down the drain. Then she placed the empty glass on the edge of the counter, so close that it could fall and break into pieces with the tiniest tap.
“I noticed you have a new friend. Who is she?” She raised an eyebrow. “Should I be interested?”
If there was one thing I wanted to protect and hide from her, it was Kara. Raven was smart and cunning. She’d know it right away if I acted suspicious.
“Do whatever you want. I don’t care.”
Now she smiled. “One of your playthings?” She clucked her tongue. “They can’t stay away, and they can’t catch you. Those poor little girls. You know what they want, don’t you, Cameron? Don’t forget what I taught you. You don’t need them.”
She clinked a fingernail against the glass and it teetered dangerously.
“You remember what happened to that poor boy, don’t you?” she asked. “That poor foster child in that godforsaken town. Do you think anyone would understand what you did to your only childhood friend? Don’t get close to anyone. Remember, it’s just you and me against the world.”
“Get the fuck out,” I said quietly.
She grinned. “I’ll be back.” She crossed to me and gave me a kiss on the cheek. “See you soon, my love.”
Chapter 20
Kara
I shut my brain off as I drove home.
Because if I didn’t, I would drive back to his place, and my anger would make Voldemort’s wrath seem like a Sunday ride in the park.
There was a heaviness in my chest that had me breathing fast.
Was that his girlfriend’s car in his driveway?
No, no. Don’t think.
How could he?
My hands shook on the wheel. The tips of my fingers tingled as though all the blood in my body had concentrated there.
Stop thinking. You’re almost home.
I had no idea how I got home. As soon as I stepped inside, I took off my shoes, kicked them aside. I didn’t bother putting my things away and just
dumped them by the door. My keys made a clanging sound as I tossed them on the console table.
I registered the noise from the TV and something sharp and sweet hit my nostrils as I headed to the bathroom. I needed to cool down.
“Hey, Kara Koala,” my dad greeted cheerily.
He and Dylan were sitting at the kitchen island, eating dinner.
“Kar!” Dylan chirped. “My friend got you an interview for a job! It’s really good pay and—”
“Code Red,” I said.
Code Red meant that they should know better than to talk to me. I realized my jaw hurt. I’d been gritting my teeth all the way home.
The moment I locked the bathroom door behind me, I turned on the shower, hopped in the tub fully clothed. Three minutes later, I let my legs fold under me, pulling them close to my body.
I shut my eyes, letting the anger roll through me now, in the privacy of the bathroom, with the cold shower pounding on my heated skin.