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Selena just stared at me.

“Let’s go to the police. I’ll come with you,” I said quickly.

She shook her head wildly. “No. I can’t. They won’t believe me. You don’t understand. I’m going home. I can’t be here.”

She pulled away and made for the door. On the threshold, she looked back at me. “I’m glad you stayed away from him. If it came down to me, or you — I’m glad it was me.” With that cryptic statement, she slipped out of the room.

I went to the football game a few hours later and made excuses for Selena to the captain. I had no idea what was going on, but it was clearly something serious.

The game was boring and long. I watched the play, unseeing, and when halftime rolled around, I was more than ready to go home. I grabbed my thermos out of my bag in the locker room and drank some of the warm tea I’d brought with me. On the way back to the field, I passed by a deserted area near the back of the stands and had the prickling sensation of being watched.

A hand shot out and fastened on my arm. Trent’s pasty face reared out of the shadows behind the bleachers. He wrestled me into a dark corner, hidden from other passersby.

I bit down my scream. I had some questions for him.

“Let go,” I snarled at him, shoving at his chest.

“Calm down. You’re a difficult woman to get alone, Winter, and I’m getting sick of it.”

“Ever considered that I go out of my way not to be alone with you?” I demanded.

Trent was looking like shit, worse than usual. His eyes were bloodshot, and his face was pale and bloated. He looked like he was coming off a bender fueled by drugs and drink, and was starting to feel it.

“I think you’ll want to hear what I have to say.”

“Fine. Talk — I want to hear about Selena. Did you hurt her?”

Trent scoffed. “Hurt her? She got what she was asking for… my attention for the night.”

“Did you hurt her?” I repeated in a hard voice.

Trent shrugged. “Define hurt.”

My hand was flying before he could stop it, and I slapped him hard.

“Watch it, Winter, unless you want a brand to match your slut friend. I don’t normally like to mark high-value pussy, but I’ll make an exception for you, since the only person who’ll be seeing you naked in the future is me.”

I’m going to be sick. The urge to vomit on his shoes made me sway, and I took a moment to compose myself.

“Brand?” I echoed finally.

Trent smiled. “Oh, Winter, how sheltered you are. Branding is the least we like to do over at The Cove.”

“You took her there? To that party you mentioned?” I said numbly. That was supposed to be me. I was supposed to go with her. Guilt hit me like a ten-ton truck.

“She wanted to go. She was eager to see the operation in person and I wasn’t about to deny her. For what started as just a little side business, it’s become quite the moneymaker. Selena visited for a few days. Did you notice she was gone, or were you too busy sucking the hockey player’s dick to notice your friend went missing?”

“She was at home with her mom,” I stammered.

Trent raised an eyebrow. “Was she? My mistake. I guess I’ve been having fun with her twin upstate, then.”

“She’s been with you this whole time?” I asked hollowly. She had messaged me that she was at home. Maybe it hadn’t been her at all.

Trent just tilted his head to the side, enjoying my horror. “You’re a bit slow on the uptake, aren’t you? I invited you both to The Cove. She came alone. Remember? No matter, I don’t need my wife to be smart, in fact, I’d prefer she wasn’t. Just a pretty face, a tight hole, and the right pedigree. My sons will have DeLaurie blue blood. That’s all I need from you.”

I felt dizzy. The music from the football field reached us. A cheer song I was missing. Would anyone notice I wasn’t there?

“Nothing is ever going to happen between us. My dad likes Asher. He won’t force me into anything,” I said weakly after a moment.

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