LOGINChapter 65RivenI took the phone out of her hand before she could drop it.The screen was too bright in the dark room. I sat up against the headboard and held it close to my face, and Izzy sat up next to me with the blanket pulled around her shoulders. She did not say anything. She was breathing fast and shallow, like she had just come up from underwater.The photo filled the screen. Me and her under the streetlight in the bar parking lot. My head bent down. Her face turned up to me. Her hands in her coat pockets. I remembered that exact second. It was when she told me if I hid one more thing, she was done.Somebody had been standing in the dark watching us while she said it.I spread two fingers on the screen and made the picture bigger. I moved it around. Our faces. The streetlight. The back door of the bar.Then the edge of the frame. The far left side, where the light did not reach.There was a car there. Half in shadow. Not a car. A truck. Black, big, parked nose out toward the
Chapter 64Izzy"Honey? Who's yelling?"My mother came around the corner in her pink robe with her hair flattened on one side from the pillow. She was squinting against the hard white light, one hand up to shade her eyes, like she had walked out into the sun."Nobody is yelling, Elaine," Mr. Holt said.He said her name so warmly. Like it was something soft he was handing her. He was already on his feet. The napkin was already in his hand, the spilled drink already being wiped off the table in long, easy strokes, like a man tidying up after a nice dinner."I heard a bang," Mom said."That was me. Clumsy." He held up the empty glass and gave it a little shake, like a guilty kid. "I knocked my drink over celebrating. The kids just got home and we were talking about tomorrow."Mom looked at the table. Then at Riven, still in his coat with his keys in his fist. Then at me, standing by the doorway in my socks."At midnight?" she said."You know how it is before a big night," Mr. Holt said.
Chapter 63 Izzy"Do you want me to come in?"Callie had both hands on the steering wheel even though the car was in park. She was not looking at the house. She was looking at me, the way she used to look at me in high school when I said I was fine after my mom forgot to pick me up from practice again."No," I said."I can say I needed the bathroom. Nobody says no to a girl who needs the bathroom.""Callie.""I am just saying it is an option.""It is almost midnight. You have a fake boyfriend to impress tomorrow. Go home and sleep."She made a face. "Do not call him my boyfriend. Not even fake. Not tonight.""You called him that first.""I was being sarcastic.""You were blushing."She slapped my arm. Not hard. I almost smiled. Then I looked past her out the windshield, and the smile died before it got anywhere.Riven's car was already in the driveway. Parked crooked, half on the grass, like he had pulled in too fast and did not care where it stopped. The headlights were off. The engi
Chapter 62 Riven “Sorry,” Vesper said, quieter. Then she turned back to me and the quiet was gone. “You are all the same. All of you. Silas will not tell me what Sunday is. Corvin will not tell Larkin anything. Nyx tore a page out of Callie’s notebook like it was his. And you sat on this for two days like Izzy was something you needed to protect instead of somebody you needed to talk to.”“That is not fair,” I said.“Is it not?”I opened my mouth. Nothing good came out of it, so I closed it again.“She is right,” Larkin said.We all looked at her. She was standing a little apart, arms wrapped around herself. “She is right and you are right. Both things.” She looked at the ground. “Corvin told me nobody can help him. That was the same thing. He thinks if I do not know, I am safe. But I already know. I heard it through a wall. Now I am not safe and I am also alone.”“You are not alone,” Callie said. She stepped next to Larkin and bumped her shoulder. “We are literally standing in a pa
Chapter 61 Riven My hands were fists before the door finished swinging shut behind me. I did not decide to walk. I was just walking. Past the bar. Past a table of guys in Thunder jerseys who started to say my name and then stopped when they saw my face. Jax Mercer’s chair was turned backwards, pulled so close to Izzy’s that his shoulder touched hers. His hand was under the table. On her knee. I could see the shape of his arm going down. I could see the way Izzy was sitting, stiff and pressed back against her chair like she was trying to fold herself into the wall. Ten more steps. That was all it would take. Then something caught the light in the booth to my left. A phone. Held up. Steady. Pointed right at me. Blaze Dorsey sat behind it with his boots up on the seat across from him. Vipers defenseman. The guy who got thrown out of a game last month for jumping a ref. He was not watching the girls. He was not watching Jax. He was watching me, through his screen, with a little smil
Chapter 60Izzy“You knew for two days.”Riven did not answer. He kept both hands on the steering wheel even though the car was parked. We were sitting in the arena lot with the engine off and the heat dying, and the windows were starting to fog from the inside.“Two days,” I said again. “You promised you would tell me. You sat next to me at breakfast. You held my hand under the table at dinner. And you knew Lily was the one with the video.”“I needed to be sure.”“You read her notes. In her own words. How much more sure did you need to be?”“Sure enough to prove it.” He finally turned and looked at me. He looked terrible. Grey under the eyes, his jaw dark with stubble he had not bothered to shave. “I met Marcus on Wednesday. At the diner. He checked the recovery email on the drive against everything we found. It matches her. Her old school account. From the lake house summer.”“Little Lil,” I said. It came out bitter.He flinched. “Yeah.”“Your stepsister.”“For eight months. When I
Izzy He pushed the door open anyway. I jumped up and tried to shove it closed but he slipped in and shut it behind him. He looked at me. My face felt flushed. Breathing still fast.“You okay?” he asked. “You look all red and out of breath.”“I am fine,” I snapped. “What do you want? Get out of my
Izzy I dragged myself through the front door way later than I meant to, legs aching from running around the rink all day trying to get decent shots while Riven acted like I was invisible except when he wanted to glare at me. The house was lit up like always, and right away Mom and Mr. Holt were
Izzy I spent the whole afternoon in that room they gave me trying to make it feel like mine instead of some fancy guest suite I didn’t earn. Mom kept popping in every ten minutes with that bright new-wife smile, handing me extra hangers and asking if I needed help unpacking, while Mr. Holt Dad
Izzy Dear Diary, I think I’m finally ready to stop being a virgin. I’ve been good my whole damn life, keeping my head down, chasing jobs that barely paid rent, and now this one thing, this one infuriating, stupidly hot guy has me twisted up so bad I can’t even think straight. But I have to play







