Page 120 of Unsuitable

I nod, and a tear falls down my cheek. I free my hand and brush it away.

Kas is staring at me, but it’s like he doesn’t even see me right now. “What else do you know?”

I bite my lip, afraid to speak.

“What do you know?” he repeats, yelling.

I jump to attention. “I looked Haley up on the Internet.”

The silence that hits is like a bulldozer hitting brick, and the look Kas gives me makes me want to curl up and die.

“You know.” It’s not a question.

But I’m quick to reply, “O-only what was in the articles.” My voice is wobbling all over the place. “Th-that Haley was…that she was mu-murdered, and…” I pause, meeting his fiery stare. “That someone else was there with her that night, someone who was also…injured.”

His eyes close, as if he’s in actual pain. Anguish distorts his beautiful face.

I feel sick to my stomach.

“I’m so sorry,” I whisper, more tears sliding down my face.

It’s so quiet. Only my pathetic whimpers and Kas’s labored breathing can be heard.

“Fuck!” he roars, throwing his head back.

The sound is so feral that it rips at my heart like claws.

Tormented black eyes swing back my way.

Then, without a word, he throws my phone to the ground at my feet, and he’s moving…leaving. He strides away from me, his long legs quickly eating up the distance.

Fear seizes me. What do I do?

Go after him.

I scoop up my phone off the ground—my stupid phone that caused this problem in the first place—and I run for my bag. I drop the phone inside, and then I start running in the direction of Kas.

I just need to apologize…explain.

Tears are drying on my face as I run. I finally catch up with him in the car park, near his car.

“Kas, wait, please,” I pant, out of breath.

He ignores me and keeps moving toward his car. So, I pick up my speed, sprinting to him. I catch up with him just as he’s opening his car door. I curl my hand around his arm, stopping him.

He swings back to me, his eyes staring down at my hand like he wants to break it off.

I quickly drop my hand. “Please, just let me explain,” I plead.

“No.”

“Please, Kas.”

Hard eyes bore into me. “You need to stay the fuck away from me.”

Agony seizes my chest.

He climbs into his car.