I stare at the words on my screen, which go blurry after a minute.Violet and Greyson seem to have no problem moving on. Perhaps they agree that mutual destruction is the way to go. Either way, Crown Point citizens should know who they’re rooting for when Greyson Devereux steps on the ice every weekend.
“Are you still there?”
I flinch. “Yeah.”
“Well?”
“Um, sorry, I didn’t…” I clear my throat. “I’m not quoted. There’s no proof that I said anything at all—because I didn’t.”
Mom scoffs. “Of course not. I said, don’t talk to anyone. This is libel, and I’ll be contacting the newspaper immediately. This is absolutely ridiculous. To think, this piece had to be approved to go to print.”
My stomach drops. “It’s in print?”
“Front-page news,” she says, her tone conveying her continued disgust.
Oh god.
He’s going to kill me. He’s going to release the video that already proves I broke the NDA, and wrap it up with this article, and deliver both to his father. And then I’ll be well and truly fucked.
“Let me know.” I hit the end button, not bothering to say goodbye.
She’ll either make headway or she won’t. Simple as that. And until then, I’m not going to be seen in public. No chance of that. I can afford to miss my Monday classes exactly twice before I fall behind.
I can already picture how pissed Greyson is going to be and what he’ll do to retaliate. This was already a game to him, but it’s getting worse. The stakes are inching higher and higher, and I’m afraid I’m not going to like where he takes this.
The ball’s in his court… Or is it?
What if I act first, for once? What if I set the record straight with him and make him understand that I had nothing to do with this?
Before I can lose my nerve, I text him.
Me
This wasn’t me. I promise.
He texts back a second later.
Greyson
I know.
I narrow my eyes. He knows?
Willow bursts into my room, her phone in her hand. “Violet—”
I motion to my computer, open on my lap, and make a face. “I got a call from mother dearest, accusing me of breaking the NDA.”
She gasps and comes to sit beside me. “You didn’t.”
“I know.” I narrow my eyes. “But someone obviously found out about it.”
She reels back. “You think I had something to do with it?”
Oh god. I grab her hand to keep her from getting too far. “Oh, hell no. Girl, my trust in you is absolute. But I’m wondering if Greyson mentioned anything to… someone else.”
Relief flows across her expression, quickly chased by confusion. “I doubt it. The whole point was to pretend it didn’t happen, right?”
“No chance of that,” I mutter.