“I’m going to kill you in the worst possible way,” I say.
“You’re fucking hilarious,” he says, eyes twinkling with delight. His nose is bleeding, and his blue suit is rumpled. He makes no move to straighten up. All he does is run his fingers through his messy hair, smoothing it over. He looks down where I am on the bed. “Too bad I had to fuck up your wrist again. That’ll heal badly.”
Then he’s gone.
So that’s why the other girl is in the room with Lily. Why is Kristian collecting leverage from everyone? Is that my father’s doing?
I crawl toward the end of the bed with one hand clutched to my chest. Then I slip my feet under me to rest them on the floor.
“Lily,” I say in a low voice. When she doesn’t answer, I shuffle closer and rest my head on the wall, enjoying the way the painted plaster feels cool on my forehead.
“Lily,” I say again. “Are you hurt?” I need her not to be hurt so I can get her out of here alive. But there’s nothing but silence from the girls next door.