She slipped the ring off her finger, then walked to the sink.
She dropped it into the drain, then for good measure flipped the garbage disposal on.
The grinding, crunching sound filled the room, and she turned to Copper and me. “You happen to know anyone that can give me a ride?”
Copper’s lips twitched. “Have a buddy outside that can give you a lift anywhere you want to go. But before you go, do you know where I can find Thom Rissi?”
“I’ll show you to him on my way out the door. I need to find my purse,” she muttered. “Let’s go.”
That was the most eventful twenty minutes that I’d had in months.
Getting Cerise out of the event hall proved to be a feat.
She wanted to be spoken to by everyone, but mostly her sister, Jade, and her mom.
Jade looked confused, which was understandable, and her mom just looked pissed.
Her “you’re acting like a child” followed her into the room where she’d stored her things.
She angrily stripped out of her dress, throwing it to the floor in the middle of the room.
She stepped into tight jeans, faded Doc Martens, and a black t-shirt that said “Flower Mound Track” on it.
I’d grinned at the old shirt.
She’d stormed out of the room with my hand in hers, and together she’d walked us up to an uptight looking man in a bow tie double fisting shots of whiskey.
His smarmy smile made me want to shiver, especially when it was directed at me after he’d greeted Cerise with disgust.
“I don’t know why they want to meet you, but here we are,” she blurted. “I don’t like you, don’t like your fake campaign bullshit, and I hope that you get hit by a car. Now, Baker’s hot guy friend, where can I find that ride you promised?”
Copper’s lips twitched. “Outside. Motorcycle. He’s expecting you.”
I left Copper to talk to the creepy guy and walked Cerise out.
She marched right past her sister, parents, and all the wedding guests and moved right to Apollo.
She said a few words to him, and he nodded before handing her my helmet.
She roughly put it on her head, then climbed onto the back of Apollo’s bike.
I met Apollo’s eyes for a short second, they looked dead and broken. I nodded my head.
He nodded back, and then they were off.
“Who the fuck was that?” Markus asked.
“That’s a Truth Teller,” I said. “You should probably thank your lucky stars that he didn’t drive that bike right into the middle of this reception dinner.”
“This is ridiculous,” Cerise’s mother complained. “All this over her high school crush choosing Jade?”
I whipped my head around and stared at her incredulously. “Is that what you seriously think?”
“That’s what Ray told us.” She rolled her eyes. “I swear, Cerise is so emotional and manipulative…”
“No,” I disagreed, “you’re emotional and manipulative. Cerise is the most beautiful soul on the planet, and you took every chance you had to crush it under your Louboutins.”
“You’re being just as bad as she is,” Cerise’s mother exclaimed.
