Page 91 of Broken Lies
But I don’t look away.
“What would you rather me do, Riley? Let them follow us home?”
“I don’t know! But there must have been a better way?—”
“There was no other way! I had to send a message to Sean to let him know that he can’t walk all over me.”
“There is always another way. But you just have a habit of acting first and thinking later. Maybe there’s a reason Ronan’s in charge and not you.”
As soon as the words leave my mouth, I regret them. It was a low blow that I knew would get to him, and from the way his jaw tightens, I know it worked.
His knuckles turn white as he grips the steering wheel, and he refuses to look at me.
“I didn’t mean that.” But I know it’s too late.
His answering silence is louder than any argument we’ve ever had.
The rest of the ride home is quiet. I can practically see the storm swirling behind his eyes, but he doesn’t speak a single word.
I feel like the world’s biggest bitch.
I didn’t say it because I believed it. I said it because I wanted to hurt him, just like he hurt me when I overheard him talking to Ronan.
Somehow, Kieran Sullivan has gotten under my skin in a way I never saw coming, and now my chest aches when I see him hurting, and my mind can’t stop replaying the feeling of his hands on my skin and his mouth on mine.
Even now, when I’m angry and hurting, I’m still thinking about him.
And it’s killing me.
