Chapter 140

• Zayne didn’t even spare her a glance. His gaze was all Millicent, cold and angered. “Remember what happened the last time you wore that? At a party? You almost got—” he stopped himself, then forced the word out anyway, “—raped, Millicent. You almost got raped. By someone from our inner circle for fucks sake. You really think these other drunk assholes here are any safer?”
• The music and laughter around us seemed to dim. My jaw clenched as he tried to be his overly controlling self with her too. I hated how he said it, like a verdict, like she was reckless for daring to breathe. The memory of that night clawed at the back of my mind, the guilt, the fury, all of it but still...
• I stepped between them, shoving Zayne back with a hand to his chest, the motion smooth but hard enough to make him stumble half a step.