CHAPTER 87.   Get it Straight

  ~ CARA ~

  “Okay, this is fucked,” Meg muttered, folding her arms and looking back and forth between us. “You can stare at me with the pretty eyes all you want, Rig. I’m not falling for it. If you’re using her—”

  I tore myself out of Rig’s gaze and back to her. “I know that’s how it looks, but it’s really not—”

  “It looks like you’re going to get your heart broken—and probably your body too,” Meg snapped, but instead of anger behind her eyes, there was fear. Fear for me.

  I looked at Rig, pleading. How did I answer this without sounding completely unbelievable?

  The little muscles at the back of Rig’s jaw flexed and he shoved his hands in his pockets. “I wouldn’t ever hurt her on purpose,” he muttered.

  “Newsflash, asshole, you already did,” Meg spat back. Then she leaned towards him, hissing through her teeth as she listed all the ways he’d already hurt me—all the things I’d been crying or angry about over the past couple weeks—while Rig flinched at every accusation.