“Quinci, did he get to you? Look at me.” She kept her eyes trained on me. I licked my thumb and swiped a line of makeup from her neck, showing him the purple bruise. “Princess, tell Derek that you don’t have anything to talk to him about… alone or at all for the matter.” “Princess? Quinn.” Derek was getting ready to lose his mind. “Derek, please—” “That’s not what I said, Princess.” “Derek, we don’t have anything to talk about.” He scoffed. “Unbelievable.”
