Page 135 of Arrogant Puck

I’m shaking now. “How did he die?”

I don’t know why but I feel like crying. Even though he raped me, I knew him. I was friends with him before the incident. Quickly my mind stops the positive thinking. He willingly fucked me, even after I screamed at him to stop.

“It was a hit and run, or something. Total freak accident. That’s crazy, right?”

My heart stills.

A freak accident?

I slowly glance toward the bathroom. The water falling into the tub suddenly sounds like a faraway moment rather than reality.

“What?” I murmur.

“Yeah. I thought that was so crazy.”

She continues talking, but I don’t hear her.

It couldn’t be, could it?

“How long ago?” I ask, cutting her off.

Magnolia hums. “Oh, gosh. I want to say a month ago? I only just found out though, so I could be wrong about the timeline. I had to call to tell you.”

I’m trembling as Slater calls out, “Sage, baby. What’s taking so long?”

My gut twists.

I mutter, “Shit, uh. Talk later. Bye.”

I end the call, putting the phone down. My mind’s trying to put the pieces together. It can’t be…right?

I walk into the bathroom, trying to calm my nerves.

“Hey, babe?” I say, trying to even out my voice.

“Yeah?” he asks, moving the curtain to look at me.

I cross my arms over my naked chest. “How long ago was that game you played in San Diego?”

He shrugs. “Not that long ago. Like three weeks ago.”

A shiver zips across my skin, and his eyes glance down, catching onto how I hug myself tighter.

“What?” he asks, but his tone changes. So does his expression. His entire body language changes. It’s almost like he knows what I’m thinking.

I step into the shower with him. “Did you––” I pause. “Were you––”

He lathers my bodywash in his palm, completely calm but on the edge of arrogance. “I protect what’s mine, Sage.”

“You…” I trail off and stop talking because the video that Tyler took of that night of me and Marcus is saved on my laptop somewhere. I screamed Marcus’s name, begging him to stop fucking me as Tyler videotaped his smiling face. And Slater probably saw it. There’s no way he didn’t.

My blood runs cold.

What did he do?

I look at Slater.

Killer.

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