“Will someone please tell me what I missed?” Kenna demanded, looking less drunk than Josie or Ainsley, though I wasn’t sure how.
Fynn hooked an arm around Kenna’s neck, bringing her in for a side hug that she resisted, only causing him to smile. And when Fynn Dupree genuinely smiled, it lit up the world. Not even the darkest of corners were safe from him. “Micah got into it with one of Mads’s exes.”
“She doesn’t have any exes. I would know. You need to have a boyfriend first to have an ex,” Kenna so dutifully explained, making me look even more pathetic than I felt.
“Kenna!” I snapped, glowering at her. “Could you just not?”
She lifted her hands in the air, taking a step back. “Whoa, someone is strung tighter than a girdle on a virgin.”
I reached in my wristlet for another cigarette. It was either that or slap my best friend. “Good thing I’m not a virgin.”
Josie giggled, falling into Brock, who secured her against his chest.
“Obviously,” Grayson coughed under his breath.
I shot him a death glare, shoving the smoke between my lips. “Do you want to die tonight?”
He plucked the tobacco stick from my lips and snapped it in half. “I’ve seen enough violence for the night, thank you.”
I dropped my head back and growled in frustration at the moon.
“Is Micah okay?” Josie inquired, looking up at Brock with sleepy eyes.
“Yeah, he’ll be fine,” Brock assured her, running his hands soothingly through her hair. “Nothing that won’t heal.”
“What about the other guy?” Ainsley slowly asked.
“Who gives a shit?” Grayson grumbled. “He was lucky it was only Micah he had to deal with and not the rest of us.”
Four against one didn’t seem like fair odds, and Ainsley thought so too. “You wouldn’t,” she appealed, narrowing mossy green eyes on Grayson.
“They would,” Kenna replied.
She was right. They would have. And might still.
My head was starting to ache. I touched the throbbing spot at my temple. “I’m not letting you get kicked out of college or worse because of me. It’s not happening. I’ll handle this,” I told him, but it was meant for the entire Elite.
Grayson tilted his head, considering my words. “Because you’re doing such a bang-up job.”
Gah! My cousin could drive me fucking crazy by just existing. Another sound of frustration left my lips. “God, don’t be an ass.”
The bastard grinned. “Too late.”
I released a groan, doing my best to maintain my aggravation. “Fucker.”
“That’s right, girl. Let it out.”
I turned my glower on Kenna.
“Look, I had my doubts before about this guy, but after tonight, I’m with Micah,” Brock stated, drawing our eyes with his authoritative tone. “He’s up to something, and until we figure out what his fucking endgame is here, we all need to be on the same page. I don’t trust him, which means the four of you ladies need to be cautious. He’s made it very clear that Micah is his target, and he means to use Mads to get to him. We just have to run a bit of interference until we figure out what it is he wants.”
“To hurt Micah,” I said.
Brock nodded. “Agreed. The question is why?”
“We mean to find out,” Fynn stated, determination shining in his green eyes.
“And then he’ll pay for messing with ours,” Brock added grimly, that statement—no, the promise hanging between us.