“You didn’t…” “I did.” My throat constricts around the juice of the apple, eyes fixed on the ceiling. “To get her away from that fucker Zac.” I finally sit up properly, snatching his shake off him and taking a swig. “I should have just killed him.” Keaton shrugs. “We still can…” “Can’t,” I murmur just as Lilith walks down the stairs in a tight sports bra and little black booty shorts that ride over her swollen ass cheeks. “Made a promise to Cartier that I wouldn’t.”
