Her brows shot up as her face paled. “Oh. Oh, no. I’m so sorry.”
“Who knew about that video before today?” Adam asked, eyes wide. “At RFA, I mean.”
I swallowed hard. “Only three people.”
“That makes it easy to narrow down, then. Who are they?”
“Well, there’s you and Trina, because I mentioned it to you weeks ago. But I know you guys wouldn’t hurt me,” I said with a loud sniff.
Adam briefly glanced at Trina, and the expression on his face wavered. I thought I saw a hint of doubt in his eyes, but when he blinked it was gone. “And the third?”
“Hunter,” I whispered miserably.
“When did he find out about it?”
Tears flooded my eyes again. “Two days ago. I told him when I went to talk to him about all of the Lindsay stuff.”
Adam rubbed his jaw. “Shit,” he muttered. “It must’ve been him.”
I nodded, even though I was still having trouble believing that Hunter could do this after everything we’d gone through. It was cruel on so many levels, and I honestly couldn’t think of anything worse he could’ve done to me. I would’ve preferred it if he simply went to the police and told them what I admitted to him about my father.
“Laney!”
I turned to see Hunter hurrying toward us from the auditorium exit. Trina left my side and ran over to him, blocking his path.
He looked over her head, focusing his wide-eyed gaze on me. “Laney, I know what it looks like, but I—”
A loud crack pierced the air as Trina swung the flat of her palm across Hunter’s face. “You fucking asshole!” she screamed. “How could you do that to her?”
“It wasn’t m—”
Trina slapped him again, cutting him off. “Of course it was you! Do you have any idea how fucked up it is?” she said. “You took the worst thing that ever happened to her and showed everyone! And you edited it to make it seem like it was something she wanted!”
Hunter rubbed his cheek. “Just let me talk to her.”
“You’ll never talk to her again. Not unless she decides to visit you in prison, because that’s where you’re going once we figure out how to prove this was you,” she replied, face turning bright red. “Showing that video wasn’t just fucking disgusting—it was illegal as hell. Even Daddy’s money won’t be able to buy you out of this one!”
Hunter said something to her that I didn’t catch—he was standing too far back, and he’d lowered his voice. I stood and watched, eyes stinging with tears.
“Our offer is still open, you know,” Camila said to me, sympathetically rubbing my arm.
I turned to her. “Offer?”
“To join the Medusa Society,” she said. “You’re still welcome. And remember, no one from the society is allowed to be put on that stupid blacklist.”
“Oh. Right.” I sniffed and rubbed my eyes.
“If you join, the bullying will stop. We’ll make sure of it.” Camila leaned closer and lowered her voice to a whisper. “We can help you get revenge against that prick for doing this shit to you, too. If that’s what you want, anyway.”
Adam looked at me and nodded. “Do it,” he mouthed.
I glanced back at Hunter. Bile rose in my throat at the sight of his painfully-handsome face. He’d drawn me in like a moth to a flame, and then he burned me in the worst way possible.
I didn’t know why, but I guess it didn’t matter.
All that mattered now was getting through this ordeal without losing everything... and the Medusa girls had just thrown me the lifeline I needed.
I gritted my teeth and turned back to Camila. “Yes,” I said, lifting my chin high. “I want to join the society.”