I get backto the Daggers house and the front door slams behind me even though I don’t mean for it to.
Everything feels off. Like I’m not myself. Maybe like I’m coming down with something bad.
I head to the kitchen, needing hydration.
I know what it feels like to go too far, because I’ve done it many times, usually when it comes to taking physical fights further than they need to go.
But this is different.
“Berlant,” somebody says from behind the fridge door, where I’m currently leaning my head in to catch the cold air. “How’d it go?”
I lean back and swing the fridge shut, seeing Kieran leaning on the counter. I wipe at my mouth with the back of my hand.
“My run?”
He rolls his eyes. “Your run withWeston, dude.”
Shock hits my nerves like ice.
“What?”
“You were running with him. I just walked back from Econ class. Saw you jogging alongside him.”
Fucking Christ.
“It was just a run, Kieran.”
“You must be getting some kind of dirt if you’re friendly enough to go on runs with the guy. Does he trust you yet?”
He really shouldn’t.
“I think he does,” I tell Kieran.
“Did he say anything about the alumni dinner next week?”
My chest tightens as I chug more of the water, looking away from Kieran. A couple other Daggers guys just headed downstairs and are filing into the kitchen now, raiding the fridge behind me.
I think of the note I saw scrawled over Noah’s planner.
VIP - Private table - Onyx Only. Talk with Roman and Wes beforehand.
It’s something I would normally divulge to Kieran, but I can’t bring myself to say it. It’s possible that Roman is using his mafia connections to pay off some of the alumni, but it’s notguaranteedfrom what the note says.
And I don’t want Kieran fucking with Weston.
The thought of him touching Wes makes me murderous.
“We didn’t talk about the dinner. I’ll try to talk to him sometime this week. Don’t you have better things to be worrying about?”
Kieran furrows his brow, suddenly going serious. “You know why it matters to me, Sev. I need a good internship this summer, and I want it to be with the Callahan firm. It’s not like I have opportunities handed to me like the Knox brothers do.”
A knock comes from the front door and my blood pressure spikes.
“That might be the sandwich I ordered,” Kieran says.
“No. I’ll go get it,” I tell him.
I head straight for the front door, pulling it open.