Page 101 of Riot’s Revenge

Then Lucy’s attention settled on me. “So.”

I reached for another spring roll. “No.”

“I haven’t asked anything yet.”

“You used the voice.”

“What voice?”

“The one you use when you’re about to interfere in somebody else’s life.”

Kate nodded solemnly. “She does have a voice.”

Lucy ignored her. “What’s going on with you and Riot?”

The spring roll paused halfway to my mouth. “Nothing.”

“Bullshit,” Lucy said around a mouthful of noodles.

I looked between them. Kate looked interested but hadn’t chirped up yet.

“Could we at least pretend you believe me?”

“No,” Lucy replied. “You’ve been quieter than usual.”

I put the spring roll back on my plate. “He hasn’t been home much.”

Their expressions changed immediately.

Kate lowered her fork. “How much is not much?”

“Most nights.”

“Is something going on with the club?” Lucy asked.

“I don’t know, you tell me.” I replied but she just shrugged.

“Reaper doesn’t tell me anything.”

Silence settled over the room.

I stared down at my hands. “Every time I ask him where he’s been, he says club business and changes the subject. He leaves before I wake up. Sometimes he doesn’t come home at all.”

Kate glanced at Lucy before looking back at me. “Have you noticed anything else?”

I hesitated.

The words sounded ridiculous now that I was about to say them aloud. “He came home smelling like perfume last week.”

Lucy frowned. “Could’ve been from the clubhouse.”

“I know.”

Club girls threw themselves at the patched members every time they walked through the door. It wouldn’t take much for perfume to transfer onto Riot’s clothes. That was the logical explanation. Unfortunately, jealousy had never been particularly logical. I picked at the label on my wine bottle. “I know what Riot used to be like.”

Lucy looked between us. “What does that mean?”

My stomach tightened. I hadn’t realized they didn’t know.