Damon stabs a finger into my chest. “You fucked this up, Z. You crossed a line. You hid it from everybody. You could have hurt her. You could be taking us all down, so don’t try to blame me for your own stupid mistakes.”
“You can’t do this.” I don’t know if I’m talking to him or myself. “You can’t take her from me.”
My oldest friend huffs out a breath and straightens his jacket, disappointment rolling off him in waves. “I didn’t do this. You did. Look me in the eye right now.” I do it, and he returns my gaze, furious and hurt. When he speaks, it’s with an icy clarity. “It’s over. For good.”