“You thought wrong.”
“Logan,” Goldie says quietly, a warning in her voice.
“I trusted you,” I whisper.
That cruel look stays in his eyes as he turns away. “We got what we came here for,” he says to them. “Let’s go.”
I don’t move. I watch him walk away, watch him climb into their car.
Goldie hesitates, then follows. Priscilla, too.
“Kat,” Tesla says softly, staying behind. She reaches out a hand. “I’m?—”
“Stay away from me,”I snap, jerking away.
She recoils, hurt flashing in her big eyes. “I’m sorry,” she whispers before leaving with them.
I look away, turning back toward the others. Bronson stands between Knox and Jonah as they continue shouting, clothes torn, knuckles bloodied. Jordan’s trying to get through to them. Harmony tries holding a cloth to Knox’s eye, but he bats her away. Addison stands with Harvey, his arms around her protectively.
And me?
I stand alone.
Heart shattered. Soul hollow.
Every word Logan said echoing in my head. Every touch. Every kiss.
It was all a lie.
And I fell for it.
My friends tried to tell me. I didn’t listen. I didn’t see it.
I couldn’t.
I can’t.
I can’t.
I walk away, their voices fading into the distance behind me.
34
LOGAN
BATTLE OF THE FRIENDS? Fighting breaks out at the Sin and Sand! Are CRIMINAL RECORDS out of order for good?
Iscroll through theGossipaarticle on my phone. A month ago, I might’ve smiled at photos like these. Knox’s bruised eye, Jonah’s busted mouth. A video of Knox Benton getting punched in the face would’ve been on an endless loop.
But today? None of it hits right.
Not with Katrina’s devastated eyes seared into my memory.
I trusted you.
I’m about to toss the phone onto the bedside table when it vibrates in my hand. A new text flashes across the screen.
Unknown