Page 175 of Revenge Puck

Yes.

But only at the beginning…

The truth rises in my throat and tastes like bile.

Of course, I don’t admit this out loud. God only knows what this dipshit would do with the information. But I see it on his face—he thinks I’m capable of it.

He thinks I’m a bag of crap.

Unworthy of a woman like Juliette.

And right now, he wouldn’t be wrong.

“I was pissed,” I say instead. “I walked in on my girlfriend screwing Juliette’s brother. You don’t respond rationally to that.”

“That’s not what I asked.”

When I glare at him again, he doesn’t flinch.

“Did you use her?” he repeats.

My jaw tightens.

“I didn’t plan to fall for her,” I say finally.

“Again. Not what I asked.”

This guy is like a dog with a bone.

He lifts his hands. “I’m not trying to crucify you. She’s really sweet and doesn’t deserve any of this. Her brother isn’t any better.” His throat clears. “I like her. I think she needs at least one person who’s honest with her.”

So she can cry on his shoulder and fall in love with him instead?

No thanks.

“Great. Now you’re comparing me to Kennedy, who has no issues going behind our backs for a quick hook-up?”

Storm looks at me, expression blank. “Are you gaslighting me? Because I don’t feel sorry for you if this has been a game to both of you.”

Who knew the bastard would have the balls to stand up to me?

I stare at the floor between my skates. “I’m not gaslighting you.”

I barely know what that means.

“Well, then you’re deflecting.” Storm shakes his head slowly. “I’m not your enemy here, Bishop. I thinkyouare.”

Shit.

He’s right.

I am.

Have been, probably way longer than this moment.

“One toxic motherfucker.”

He nudges me with his knee. “Stop. I think you can fix this.”