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“Because I don’t share,” he says simply, staring at me in the moonlight.

“You don’t . . . I’m not yours,” I say sourly.

“We’ll see.”

Chuffing, I glance away because the sick, twisted part of me wants to be his, and that’s just . . . insane.

“What about Iris?”

“What about her?”

“I can hardly watch her if I’m not with her,” I say tartly.

“Oh beauty, you are so naïve.” He shakes his head in amusement.

“What does that mean?”

“Nothing. Tell me what you were doing at Saul’s. Chasing dick, perhaps?” he says gruffly.

“Don’t be disgusting.”

“That’s not an answer,” he growls, grabbing my chin and pulling me toward him.

I’m so mixed up right now, I don’t know what to say, and I stare at him silently until he says. “Well?”

Is this really about my virginity? Or something more?

“I wasn’t chasing . . . I—”

“You need to stay away from Saul.”

“Why?” I ask, dipping my head at his chilly demeanor.

“Because he’s not one of us.”

“One of who?”

“Us. You’ll stay away from him, beauty,” Cyn warns, and I shrink away because he’s not joking.

His tone is decidedly stern, leading me to wonder how Saul fits into this and just who the hell these guys are.

“Hey, where we headed?” Jig interrupts.

Glancing curiously at Bastion, I wonder if he ever actually speaks because he’s been more the silent brooding type so far.

“The Point,” Cyn says simply.

“Fuck, yes.” Jig rubs his hands together. “Wet pussy.”

Groaning, I lean back and close my eyes, pondering the meaning of my weird-ass life, only to flip them open when Jig says, “What about Shelby?”

“What about her?” Cyn asks in a bored tone.

“Well, . . . LB.” Jig glances at me with pity, and my stomach cramps with dread.

“Rain doesn’t mind, do you, Rain?” Cyn asks.

Why do I feel like this is a trap?

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