Page 84 of Endo
The girl shifts in his lap, her gaze flicking to me briefly before she dismisses me entirely, her attention snapping back to him as she tilts her head, whispering something in his ear.
Reign’s grin widens, and he tilts his beer toward me like a toast.
I feel my blood boil, the pounding in my chest echoing the bass of the music around us.
This is going to end badly. I already know it.
But I can’t.
I storm toward him, the sound drowned out by the roaring engines and pulsing bass around us. Every step I take, the anger in my chest builds, threatening to erupt.
His eyes find me before I’m even close, and that lazy smirk spreads wider, cocky and deliberate, like he’s been expecting me all night. He leans back on the hood of Draygon’s car, lifting his beer to his lips like he’s rubbing his return to the bottle in my face. His body language is so relaxed it makes my blood boil.
“Well, look who it is,” he drawls, his tone low and cutting. “LittleTurtle.”
The nickname feels like a slap, every bit of tenderness it once carried stripped away and replaced with mockery.
“Reign,” I snap, stopping a few feet from him. My fists are clenched at my sides, my nails biting into my palms to keep myself from doing something I’ll regret. “We need to talk.”
His smirk doesn’t falter. If anything, it deepens. “About what?”
“About this,” I spit, gesturing toward the blonde draped across his lap. She’s twirling a strand of her hair between her fingers, her eyes narrowing as they flick over me, sizing me up.
“This?” He tilts his head, his voice dripping with mock innocence. “What’s there to talk about, Lena? You made yourself pretty clear.”
My composure cracks, my breath hitching in my chest. “Are you serious right now?”
He takes a slow sip of his beer, his gaze steady. “Dead serious. You said it yourself—what we had wasn’t real. Just filling the void, right? So what’s the problem?”
The words hit harder than I expect, each one a bullet to the chest. “That’s not—” I start, but my voice falters, unable to find the words.
The blonde on his lap shifts, her smug grin cutting through the haze of my anger. “You’ve got some nerve, showing up here and acting like you’ve got a claim,” she says, her tone dripping with disdain. “He’s moved on, sweetheart. Maybe you should too.”
I glare at her, the heat rising in my cheeks. “This has nothing to do with you.”
She laughs, tossing her hair over her shoulder. “Sure looks like it does from where I’m sitting.”
“Enough,” I snap, directing my fury back at Reign. “What the hell is this?”
Reign leans back further, resting his beer on the hood beside him. “This?” He gestures dismissively between himself and the blonde, his tone sharp and cold. “This is me doing exactly what I need to. Call it whatever the hell you want.”
I take a step closer, my voice trembling. “Reign, you know that’s not?—”
“Not what?” he cuts me off, his tone colder now. “Not what I’m supposed to do? Because it sure sounded like you were done with me, Lena. Like you got what you wanted from me, and tossed me to the side. So forgive me if I’m confused as to what the fuck your problem is.”
The anger twists in my chest, mixing with something far more painful. “You’re such an asshole,” I bite out, my voice sharp.
He shrugs, unfazed. “Maybe. But I’m not the one who said we were nothing.”
The blonde shifts again, her grin still plastered on her face. “She’s wasting your time, babe. Let her go cry to someone else.”
Before I can retort, Reign lifts a hand, cutting the blonde off mid-laugh without even glancing her way. His smirk sharpens into something almost predatory as his gaze locks back onto mine, cold and calculating.
“Shouldn’t you be focused on your race, Lena?” he says, his tone dripping with detached indifference. “I hear the lineup’s brutal tonight. Wouldn’t want you to lose your spot while you’re busy... reminiscing.”
The words are a slap, but he’s not done. He leans forward slightly, the beer still dangling loosely in his hand as he lowers his voice, just enough to make the next words hit like a gut punch.
“And let’s not forget, the guys are all around. Wouldn’t want them overhearing something... awkward, would we? Imagine the fallout if they found out about us. Not that there was much to find out, right?”
