“I just thought it would’ve been a big deal,” I said, keeping my voice down. “In Thunder Bay, anyway. I hadn’t heard anything about their release, which seems strange.”
“What’s strange is that I’m still standing here wasting my time with you.” He dipped his head down, hovering close. “Are you done yet?”
I stared ahead, his chest level with my gaze, and I dug in my eyebrows, trying to stay the ache behind my eyes.
I opened my mouth, speaking softly. “You don’t have to…” I trailed off, unable to look at him.
“To what?”
I hardened my jaw to keep my chin from trembling as I looked up at him. “To speak to me like that. You don’t have to be so mean.”
He continued to stare down at me, his entire face hard and frozen.
“There was a time,” I went on, softening my expression, “when you did like talking to me. Do you remember? When you noticed me and looked at me and—”
But I stopped, seeing his face inch closer as he planted his hands on the column behind my head.
“There are some places that aren’t for you,” he said slowly, filling each word with meaning as if talking to a child. “When you’re wanted, you’re invited. If you’re weren’t invited, then you weren’t wanted. Does that makes sense?”
He peered down at me, looking like he was explaining why I needed to eat my vegetables before dessert.
It’s an easy enough concept, after all, Rika. Why can’t you understand it? He was saying that I was in the way and a bother. He didn’t want me around.
“You don’t belong here, and you’re not welcome. Do you understand?” he asked again.
I glued my teeth together, air pouring in and out of my nose as I tensed every goddamn muscle in my body, trying not to break. Lightning struck behind my eyes, making them ache and burn, and I don’t remember ever feeling like this. He’d ignored me, condescended, and insulted on occasion, but the cruelty hurt beyond words.
“That was English, Rika,” he barked, making me jump. “A dog listens better than you.”
Tears immediately pooled, and my chin trembled. I swallowed the lump, feeling my stomach ache, and I felt like I wanted to sink into a hole, disappear, and forget.
Before he could enjoy the satisfaction of seeing me crumble, I shot out, pushing his arm away and breaking into tears as I ran back the way I came. Everything in my sight blurred as I passed the spas again and yanked open the locker room door, hurrying out as I fought against the sobs in my throat.
The hat spilled off my head, falling to the ground and freeing my ponytail. I ran through the boxing gym, not giving a shit who saw me, and pulled open the next door, wiping away the tears as I dashed into the hallway and down the stairs.
But then I crashed into another person halfway down, and I stopped, jerking my head up and my insides going cold.
“Kai?” I nearly whispered, stunned to see him.
And confused.
Damon was here. Kai was here. Was Will as well? Were they all in Meridian City? I hadn’t been certain if Michael even kept in touch with them while they were in jail, but it was obvious now that he had.
Kai cocked his head and took his hand out of his black pants, placing it on my arm to stable me. But I pulled my arm away.
He stared at me, his white shirt and black suit coat neatly pressed, making him look just as good-looking as ever, although much more muscular than the last time I’d seen him.
I heard hard footsteps behind me and jerked my head around, seeing Michael come around the corner.
They were all together again?
I shot around Kai, continued down the stairs, and grabbed my bag off the floor before dashing out the door. Michael was one thing, but I didn’t want to be around his friends.
“Rika!” I heard Michael yell behind me.
But the door closed, cutting him off, and I raced off the steps, the cool rain hitting my hair, face, and arms.
I hooked the bag over my head and ignored the valet attendant holding an umbrella out for me. “Need a cab, miss?”