Book 3: Worst Case

Hollis

I lock eyes with Eva. Tears shine in her green gaze. That, I can handle. But the pained pinch of her eyebrows when Candace picks her head up is too damn much.

“This isn’t what it looks like.” I yank back from Candace without a second fucking thought.

Eva’s gaze drops to my cock, standing at attention, glistening with both of our juices.

Shit.

“I can explain.” Candace straightens, fumbling to stuff her ice-covered breasts back into her corset.

Finally, Eva’s gaze trails to the snowflake-shaped bite on Candace’s collarbone. She makes a small, soft, punched-out noise.

This can’t be fucking happening.

“Plea—”

Eva shifts and sprints away before I can even finish the word.

I feel like someone scooped out my guts and dumped them on the grass in front of me. I feel like a prisoner marching to the gallows. I feel like the stupidest, sickest fuck in a hundred-mile radius, and even worse, I know I’m right.