Instead, I decided to invite myself in and almost dropped the bottles on the floor the moment I made contact with Knight Reed’s eyes. He was in there, in there with Bryce, and the instant I waltzed through the door, his dark gaze slipped over to me. I had no idea what to make of that until my own gaze shifted over to Bryce. He said something, something about not being able to go down for something.
A pop, just one, and reality as I knew it shifted before me. The beer bottles dropped from my hands as I jumped, something wet hitting my face, and when I opened my eyes, my arms were covered in red. My white, long-sleeve shirt had spots, my hands dotted the same, and when I gazed down, I saw Bryce amongst shattered glass and wasted booze, a flow of blood pooling the floor around his head. He had a gun in his hand, a freaking gun.
“Greer…”
My gaze shot over to Knight Reed, eyes the color of a young buck’s coat twitched wide with absolute horror. The expression on his face matched, my body and limbs covered in blood like something out of Carrie.
I fell, so slow and like nothing in the movies. It was like I was outside of myself watching me fall, peering on as Knight called my name again. Things went so, so hazy.
But then they gratefully went dark.
Chapter Three
Knight
I caught her before she hit the ground.
Shit. Shit. Fuck.
Honest to shit I hadn’t expected Bryce to actually off himself. I’d just wanted to scare him a bit, threaten him with the truth…
But not this.
Greer’s weight felt nothing but light in my arms. Most barbells I lifted were three times heavier than that. I tapped her face with my fingers. “Greer?”
She’d seen everything, but gratefully wasn’t seeing anything now. A Coventry with a hole blasted into his head, but at least that was the side he’d fallen on.
My grandpa is going to freaking kill me.
The man wasn’t one for drama and this whole situation would definitely do that for him. I obviously had to call him after this, bring in the heavy artillery to get me the fuck out of this, but at the present, all I was seeing was a flush face, a girl with her eyes closed and covered in blood. She looked awful, and this was my fault.
What do I do? What do I do?
My first thought was to run with her, get her out of this situation. If she wasn’t here, she didn’t see anything and the fact that no one was rushing up here now let me know the party downstairs was at least doing something. That base I could feel in my chest, our frat house in the middle of bumfuck nowhere. We had a bit of a cabin setting over here, out in the nature and the woods for hiking and shit. There was a lot of money that came through here, therefore we got the privacy we wanted.
And thank fuck for that now.
I gave it no more thought before picking Greer up and hooking her arms around my neck. I was going to get her out here, no witnesses but Bryce and me. The fact of the matter was she was a loose end my grandfather definitely didn’t need to know about that.
“Greer? I need you to wake up for me, baby.” Where the “baby” came from I didn’t fucking know, my finger curled against her jaw. She moaned, but didn’t do anything more than that, and without thought, I cursed before holding her and wiping away any evidence she or I had been in the room. Obviously, the beer bottles were there, but for all the police would know, Bryce was just attempting to get piss ass drunk before killing himself.
At least that’s what Grandfather would most likely convince them of.
I’d be calling him as soon as I got Greer out of here, and after taking my scotch and the glass, I headed out the back way through the room. All our rooms led to balconies and then outside, something I took advantage of right away. The garages were out back there too, and after finding my ride, a dark Escalade, I shoved Greer inside.
She moaned again, lolling her little head, but gratefully didn’t wake up. I didn’t need her fighting me. I was trying to get her out of here. I strapped in, opened the garage, then zoomed the fuck out of there. I put the cabin in my rearview mirror as I headed off in the direction of campus. I didn’t know where I was going, but at the present, any place was better than where we were.
I ended up pulling into a motel lot only minutes later, and after jerking a hoodie out the back and slipping it on, I went to check in. I hadn’t gotten any blood on me until I picked up Greer so I had to at least hide that with the hoodie. The guy inside hadn’t asked too many questions, and after I got the room key, I went back to my Escalade. I drove Greer and me toward the back of the lot, the guy at the desk giving me a room far away as requested. We pulled up there, and I shut off my car.
“Greer?” Another touch to her cheek, a soft one to wake her up. Her white lashes fluttered, nothing more, and I knew waking her up wasn’t happening, at least not right now.
Shooting a curse, I hopped outside, coming around for her. I opened the door, and her
