She snorts, her red hair cascading over her shoulder. “Gee, that sounds familiar.”
“Can I come inside?”
She looks around and then outside, like she’s concerned someone might’ve heard that. “We’re not supposed to talk, remember?” she hisses.
“I know that. Who do you think told you that?” I retort.
She looks up into my visor, her freckles nearly bouncing in the light cast outside, and I’m at odds with how much I want to grip her face and study them up close.
Resisting, I clear my throat. “It’s important.”
“That’s what I said, and you pretended you didn’t care,” she says, tapping her chin. “No, actually, I remember you were distinctly offended.”
I clutch the door tightly right above where her hand is situated and lean in so close I could shut this visor and cut off a piece of her hair with it. “It’s about Grey.”
Her pupils dilate, and she suddenly grabs my arm, hoists me inside, shuts the door, drags me to the kitchen, then folds her arms. “Talk.”
I’m glad all of her fellow sorority members are either upstairs or out, and that we have the kitchen to ourselves.
“He’s dealing with or is part of the Bonesmen Brotherhood.”
Her thin brows draw together, lips pursed. “Oh … kay.”
Of course, she doesn’t believe me. “It’s true.”
“Where’s your proof?” she asks.
“I don’t—I saw him with my own two eyes, Aspen.”
She tilts her head. “Where?”
“A Bonesmen Brotherhood club. He stepped out looking grimy and jumped into his car, so I followed him.”
She grimaces, her nose crinkling in the most Aspen way possible. “You followed him?!”
“Because I don’t trust that fucker.”
“Of course, you don’t.” She scoffs, rolling her eyes. “You don’t like me hanging out with him. Scratch that, you don’t like me hanging with anyone.”
“This isn’t about you,” I say.
“Then why are you here?”
“To warn you.” I grab both her arms and get up close and personal. “You have to stay away from him.”
She seems shocked I’d grab her, but I can’t stop myself, not when it comes to her.
“He’s my boyfriend, Levi.”
“He isn’t right for you,” I grit.
“And you base that on what? His leaving a club?”
“Because I just saw him murder someone,” I answer through gritted teeth.
She’s quiet for just a second, and in just that one second, there are more emotions on her face than in the past damn month. And God, I’d forgotten how much I’ve missed talking with her about just anything, doesn’t matter what.
But that one second is enough to remind me exactly why I haven’t.
