“When Connor walked in, and Ryke came on your face—how embarrassed were you?” All of Daisy’s sisters’ jaws unhinge. Daisy slumps down in the couch, her eyes wide in complete horror. I may have unleashed one of the few secrets still kept in the group. I hear Sam mutter to Poppy, “Where am I?” He’s shielding his eyes with his hand. He’s known Daisy practically forever. Connor is smiling into his wine glass, and Ryke looks like he wants to tear off my head—or maybe Connor’s. “You fucking told him?” Ryke growls at Connor. “Maybe a month ago,” Connor admits. “It was a good story. I felt guilty for
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