Page 110 of Forged in Rain

I cover my gasp just in time and peek around to confirm I’m still in the clear. Fuckers.

“That was for a good cause. You’re nothing,” Iris sneers.

“Really? I’m the one you keep coming back to when you need a favor, bitch.”

“Yeah, which is why she’ll never fuck you.”

“Because of you? Please. You’ve fucked everyone.”

“Whatever. I’m done.” Iris huffs and moves to step around him, but he grabs her arm and gets in her face. “Remember, I know more than you’re willing to share, so you better figure out how to get me in with her. You want that address? Figure it out.”

“Fuck off,” Iris spits and stalks away.

Rand follows, and I stare after them with horror. Why would Iris involve him? He’s a fucking ass weasel.

Fuck me.

∞∞∞

It’s Friday, and I’m spiraling. Pam’s set to carry out her plans in one week. I have no way of contacting Hate, which means there’s no news about McCafferty.

Iris hasn’t mentioned Rand, thank fuck, but I suspect it’s just a matter of time. My dad is MIA, and of course, I haven’t set eyes on Cyn.

I’m trudging through the parking lot at the end of the day when a shadow looms before me. My heart stutters before beating once more when I find Rand standing there like a prick.

“What?” I mumble. I don’t care about this dick, so why the hell does he care about me?

“We’re going to a party. Wanna go?”

I laugh because he’s too fucking much, but then I glance away and spy Cyn. My heart clenches in my chest at his broody facade, and I suck in a breath when I spy two girls following behind him.

Focus. I need to focus but seeing Cyn with those girls breaks something free in my chest, and I find I can’t take a full breath.

Maybe this is the message I needed. Cyn’s safer over there with them. Perhaps if I go to this party, I can set him free. I just hope if I come out of this alive, Cyn will forgive me for what I’m about to do.

Maybe we can’t be together, but the thought of him hating me scrambles my insides.

Rand’s staring at me with greedy eyes, and I suppress my distaste, nodding my head. I see Cyn turn my way from the corner of my eye, and I avert my gaze.

“Yeah?” Rand’s face brightens, and even though I regret it, I nod.

I have to make this right, even if it feels really wrong.

“Cool. I’ll pick you—”

“No need, text Iris the details.”

With that, I walk away, ignoring the tingles on my cheek where I suspect Cyn is boring holes through my skull.

Screw it.

∞∞∞

“You want me to—what?” Iris asks dubiously.

“Go with. C’mon, you know this was your plan all along.” I raise a brow, and she frowns.

“What are you talking about?”

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