Page 15 of Die for You

“Ignore him.” Knox pulls out a chair for her. “Take a seat.”

She purposely yanks out another chair and sits, digging into her fries. Trey smirks in approval, and Luke struggles to bite back a laugh. Juliet’s lifted brow tells us what we already know: Aurora’s going to give us a run for our money.

Damien takes the open seat across from her, and Knox and I take either side. I need to adjust myself at the thought of us surrounding her like this behind closed doors. Something tells me she’d try to stay silent as long as possible to piss us off, but eventually, we’d be rewarded with her screams.

“Tell us about you, Aurora.” Sienna drops her fork to focus all of her attention on our angel.

“What do you want to know?” she drawls, skeptical.

Sienna shrugs. “Everything. What’s your major?”

“Look, I know you guys are all trying to be...nice or whatever.” She glances around the table. “But you don’t have to. I was at the right place at the right time. I did what anyone would do in that situation. I don’t need to be your little adopted pity-friend.”

The table falls silent, even Sienna uncertain what to say.

Finally, Juliet leans back, fixing Aurora with a flat stare. “If someone called you a bitch, would you take that as an insult or a compliment?”

Aurora doesn’t hesitate for a second. “Praise.”

“I like her,” Juliet tells us.

“You’re not a pity anything.” Damien glowers in Aurora’s direction. “You’re here because we want to fuck you. Thought that was obvious.”

Sienna chokes on her water, and Luke grabs her a napkin.

“It’sveryobvious,” Trey mutters, trying to lose himself in his burger.

“That’s not happening.” Aurora pulls out her phone when it pings with a notification. Her spine stiffens, and I try to glance at the text, but she locks the screen too quickly.

Knox nudges his plate away and smacks his elbows on the table. “Why not?”

“Because I don’t fuck strangers. Or hockey players.” Her phone goes off again, but she ignores it this time. I’m dying to get my hands on that thing and find out who the hell is texting her.

Juliet snorts. “Been there.”

“They all come around eventually.” Trey undresses Juliet with his eyes.

“Not me.” Aurora flashes a sickly sweet smile before she returns her attention to scarfing her food and ignoring her phone face down on her lap. Is she trying to get out of here to go meet up with whoever’s texting her?

Who the fuck is this guy?

“Who’s texting you?” Damien growls.

She shrugs, shoveling food into her mouth.

“Boyfriend?”

“I don’t have a boyfriend.” But she doesn’t offer more information than that.

Knox and Damien glance at me and nod.

I snatch the phone from Aurora’s lap. She tries to grab it back, mouth full as she shouts, “Hey!”

The texts are from some number she didn’t bother saving in her contacts. No name. Only a wall of texts she hasn’t responded to once.

Unknown

Stop ignoring me, Rora.