Chapter Fifty-Five

Rayne

When Veronica storms into my bedroom right after dinner, I’m shocked at the feral look on her face. I’m so taken aback by the aggression she’s emanating that I move backward in the bed and press my back firmly against the headboard like I’m hoping it’ll swallow me whole.

“You,” she says. Growls. “Why didn’t you tell me what happened between you and Max? You sat there across from me and acted like nothing happened!”

I gulp. My mouth is suddenly very dry and it is like a blowtorch is being held close to my face.

“Answer me!”

“I didn’t think it was my place to tell,” I inform her.

“You didn’t think?” she asks, then scoffs, turning away. She stays with her back facing me for a long time. I watch her, quite unsure what to make of this. Though I did wrong, I feel humiliated. And I have to admit that there is a part of me that’s wondering what the hell she has to do with any of this. If it were Alaska confronting me, it’d make more sense. But Veronica’s anger is unjustifiable.

Or m