“You’re a fucking rapist.” My voice cracks across the space between us like a whip, and Bryce’s hand tightens to the point of pain on my arm. I don’t look at him. I don’t look at anyone except Theo who’s still fucking leering at me, like the accusation is funny. Next to him, Cruz is no longer smiling, eyes bouncing around between Theo, Bryce and I. He looks afraid.
LUKE NECESITO QUE LO CAGUES A TROMPADAS PORFAVOR!!!!!!
