Page 50 of Inked Heart
I turn slowly to see him walking toward us with that same cocky swagger I remember from high school.Hands in his pockets and that cocky smile tilted slightly to one side like he’s amused by the entire situation.
Quinn’s body goes rigid beside me.“Emette,” she says and even I can hear the tension in her voice.
“What?”he replies casually.“You left.”
“You were busy.”Her voice shakes.
“You could have stuck around,” he says casually and I fight the urge to grab him around the throat.
“I was busy, too,” Quinn says flatly.“Busy watching you kiss someone else.”
He shrugs.“It’s a party.”
The casual dismissal hits like gasoline on a fire already burning inside my chest.
“You’re unbelievable,” Quinn whispers.
“Relax.”
“Relax?”Her voice has gone up an octave and I can see her body shaking.Seems her anger is overriding her sadness.
“Yeah.”He gestures vaguely toward the house.“You’re acting like it’s the end of the world.”
“You cheated on me,” she accuses.
“It was one kiss.”He rolls his eyes like he can’t understand why she is blowing this out of proportion.
“That I saw.”
His smile falters slightly, then he notices me standing beside her and watching him.His expression hardens instantly.
“Well,” he says slowly.“That explains a lot.”
Quinn frowns.“What?”
He points at me.“Him.”
My patience officially reaches its limit.
“Careful,” I say quietly and Emette laughs.
“What?You think I didn’t notice the way he’s been hanging around you lately?”
Quinn looks confused.“Damien’s my friend.”
“Sure he is.”Sarcasm drips from every word as his eyes flick back to me.“Been waiting for this, haven’t you?”
My hands curl into fists at my sides.“Waiting for what?”
“For me to screw up so you could swoop in like some kind of hero.”
Quinn’s voice sharpens.“Stop.”
But Emette ignores her.“You always were the quiet one,” he says to me.“Watching everything.Not saying much.Just waiting.”
I take a step forward.“That’s enough.”
“Oh?”he says.“Are you gonna punch me now?”
