"Sure. Star talks about him all the time." She released a sniff. "She says I talk about Camden too much, but she’s just as bad. It’s aCooooig this and aCooooig that."
Her words rammed home my belief that whatever Star was doing went against the Five Points.
If she had feelings for Conor like I suspected, then cutting ties in this way was how she could justify it.
What the fuck had she done?
The only thing I could imagine that Conor wouldn’t forgive her for was—
The rush of blood to my head almost had me stumbling back into the door again.
Aidan Sr.
She…
No.
She couldn’t have pulled that hit, could she?
"Savannah?" Kat questioned, her voice sharper than I’d heard it so far. "What is it? What’s wrong?"
I shook my head. "N-Nothing."
"Are you sure?" she asked dubiously.
"I’m sure," I rasped. "I-I’d better go, Kat. Aidan will be waiting for me."
She tucked the card I’d given her into her pocket. "Do you know how to make it back downstairs?"
"I think so. Did you stay awake to speak with me?"
"No, but I hung around to catch you on your own. I hope you bring her home soon. I miss her," she said simply, nearly fucking breaking my heart with the admission.
Star had left her behind.
She’d left me behind.
She’d left Conor behind.
Whatever she was doing, it was a thousand times worse than I could imagine.
I’d come here chasing answers, and now that I almost had them, I was terrified of what I was going to uncover.
Kat and I parted with a soft farewell, and I scurried back toward the party, still on the hunt for a restroom.
I used it, then I grabbed my cellphone, and I called Conor.
He answered immediately. "‘Sup?"
"I spoke with Katina."
A harsh breath escaped him. "Any news?"
"She says she thinks Star’s in Russia. They’re talking every other night, and Star left me something."
"What?" he demanded, his tone harder than I’d ever heard from him before.
Star’s leaving, Senior’s death—they’d been rough on Conor. I didn’t take offense because I felt his pain.