Page 8 of When We Fall: Part One
“I-I know. I just…”
“I’m coming to get you. I’m not going to fuck anything up. Stay alive. I’ll be there soon.”
“OK. I’m sorry. This shit just sucks.”
“I know. I’m coming.”
“OK. See you soon.”
The line disconnected, and I looked at Ryder.
“Care to go on an adventure?”
He grinned. “About time we do something aside from getting high in dark alleys.”
I rolled my eyes and gestured for him to follow me to my car. He had a point, though. I should have been working harder instead of getting high.
Fuck it.
Everyone needed a break sometimes.
I draggedTrent into my arms and hugged him for everything I was worth. He let out a soft sob at my hold, his face buried in my neck.
“Thank you,” he whispered, sniffling. “I was going nuts here.”
“You should have called me sooner. Fuck. I should have called you. I’m sorry. We have so much we need to discuss.”
He nodded as he pulled away and wiped at his eyes. “OK. No sense in crying like a couple of bitches out here.”
“Right.” I smiled at my little brother, taking in his messy hair and dirty clothes. He’d definitely been roughing it. It was all my damn fault, too. I wasn’t taking very good care of him. Agreeing to his demands had been stupid.
“Come on,” I said, clapping him on the shoulder and leading him from the old warehouse to where Ryder waited for us in my car.
Trent climbed into the backseat and settled in while I got behind the wheel. Ryder lit up more weed and handed it back to Trent, who took it and dragged in a deep hit before letting out a cough.
I eyed him in the rearview mirror, my heart hurting for how I’d fucked up.
“I’m fine,” he said, catching my eye and handing the weed back to Ryder.
“Do you need anything?” I asked.
“I could use a change of clothes. Something to eat.”
I nodded tightly. “I’ll get some clothes over to you tomorrow. We can stop and grab some food.”
He gave me a quick smile and looked out the window, silence blanketing us for a brief moment.
“How’s Rosalie?” Trent finally called out. Ryder looked at me, his brows raised. He knew I was in a hell of a situation. He was doing what he could to get the information I needed so I could join the horsemen. I’d even told him about the night with Fox and her. He sighed, shook his head at me, and asked if I remembered the conversation we’d had in high school about sharing a girl. I’d told him back then that I’d have to really love someone.
Well, here we were.
He’d given me the sympathy shoulder clap and told me he’d do what he could to help.
“She’s doing well, or as well as can be expected given the circumstances,” I muttered.
“So you’ve still got it bad, huh?” Trent caught my eye again in the rearview mirror.
I let out a sigh and nodded. There was no sense denying it.
