Page 92 of Made for Cyn
And for once, I don’t feel so alone and backed into a corner, but I’m afraid, for surely this house of cards is about to collapse beneath me.
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The guys drop us at the Point, and Cyn kisses me deliciously before saying, “Text me.”
Nodding, I walk to the car in a daze and stare out the window as we drive home, only noting the tension when we turn down our street.
I glance at Iris to find her staring out the windshield with a scowl and her hands clenched around the wheel. I’m tempted to ask what the problem is, but there’s so much unanswered between us I decide against it.
She lied about her and Cyn. She took me to a party without telling me group sex was on the menu, and her strange behavior has me on edge and worried, not to mention hurt.
I want to help her, I do, but she’s pushing me away when it would be all too easy to tell my parents when they call, and I won’t do that because of her, for her.
So why is she so mad?
“I hope you’re not being stupid about this, Rain,” she says abruptly, taking the decision to leave things alone from my hands.
“Meaning what?”
“Cyn doesn’t care about you. He wants something, and once he has it, he’ll drop you.”
“Thanks for the vote of confidence,” I say dryly, but my chest burns at her cruel words.
She shoots me a glare, her dark eyes fierce. “I mean it. Don’t be stupid about this. We have to stick to the plan, and Cyn will only get in the way.”
“How so? You told me a few weeks ago to tell him and let him take care of the problem.”
“Because something is going on. Nothing about this makes sense, which means he has plans he doesn’t want us to know about.”
“Maybe he just likes me,” I say, folding my trembling hands in my lap.
Laughing bitterly, she pulls into the drive. “Don’t be fucking stupid. He wants something. I just wish I knew what it was.”
“Why did you lie?”
“Because it suited my purposes,” she says, wrenching the door open.
“Iris—”
“Not now.”
“I’ve changed my mind,” I say softly, but she still hears me and she swings around, leaning inside.
“About what?”
“Saul. There has to be a better—”
“Great. I knew it. Cyn says come, and you say where and when. Goddamn it, Rain.”
My heart hurts for her pain, but I’m resolved, and I was before Cyn ever made the most unromantic declaration ever, but Iris is never going to understand. She’s stuck in her ugly, and nothing I do is going to change that.
“I—”
“Whatever. I’ll do it myself. It was always going to be me, anyway,” she sneers.
“Iris, I’m sorry.”
But she’s already walking away, and with a pit in my stomach, I watch her go, wondering if maybe I am being selfish. Maybe she needs this, and I can give it to her. Maybe . . .
