Playing (Inked Hearts 2)

"You knew?"

"Suspected."

"So that lecture about friends helping each other. That was bullshit?"

"You're being a fucking idiot."

"Fuck you." Fuck the entire world. Is there anyone I can trust not to keep shit from me?

"You're gonna regret this tomorrow."

"No. I'm gonna regret being sober tomorrow."

Someone steps forward. "I'll talk to her." That's Leighton. She sounds worried.

But it's a blur.

It's all a blur.

It's all bullshit.

It's all a fucked-up mess.

Chapter Thirty-Five

Iris

A tattoo shop in Venice Beach is a terrible idea.

There's nowhere to park.

I keep taking the bus here. Because Walker keeps driving me home. But now…

Where the hell is the bus stop anyway?

I pull my cell from my purse. Unlock the screen. A drop falls on it.

A tear.

I blink and another catches on my lashes.

Fuck.

This is bad.

This is so bad.

No… it's worse than bad.

It's over.

That look in his eyes…

He hates me.

He hates me and there's nothing I can do about it.

"Hey." Heels click on the pavement. "Shit." They stumble. "These stupid shoes are too loose." Leighton catches herself. She takes a shaky step forward. Forces her raspberry lips into a smile.