Lo shoots us a look. “Now’s not the time for you both to go at it.” He takes the water from Daisy when she finishes with it. “Are you going to do something about your night terrors or whatever they’re called—or are you hoping it’ll magically go away?”
She smiles weakly. “Magic,” she says. “I’ve consulted with three blue fairies and Tinkerbell. I think they’ve got me covered.”
Lo glares.
“Joking,” she tells him. “I’ve been to a doctor. It hasn’t been as bad as tonight. I think with what happened at the runway the other day, my head as been all screwy.” She downplays the degree of her illness. I would believe her in this moment.
I know Lo does.
I know Connor can’t.
The facts that he just acquired disprove her words, and he can easily look past Daisy’s sweet-natured voice and bright smile. He’s talked to me a few times about Daisy being depressed—and if she needed to go see a therapist. He diagnoses people from afar and only fucking brings it up when he wants to.
Daisy rests her head on the wooden headboard, her shirt stained with sweat, her limbs sagging like she just ran a marathon. I watch her foot cramp and her calf muscle spasm, and she brings her leg to her chest and massages it herself with a wince.
Normally that’d be me.
But I stand at the edge of the bed, close to coming clean about everything right here. I just want to hold her. Even if I told my brother the truth, I can see Lo kicking me out of the room, tossing my bag in my face, telling me to get on a plane.
Like he said before, he let me into his life, and it seems like I went after his girlfriend’s little sister like a predator.
That was never my fucking intention.
Sure, I want to fuck her. But it’s more than that. It’s always been more than that.
I stay quiet and rub my jaw, so much taken out of me tonight. If I do right by her, I do wrong by him. I wonder if the only way to move forward is to unearth my past with my brother.
I don’t know if I’m ready for that shit storm.
I just want to forget with him—but I wonder who’s been the stronger brother all this time.
Lo has confronted our father. He’s worked out his feelings. He’s rebuilt a relationship with him while trying to stay sober.
I’m the one who can’t deal.
Maybe that has to fucking change.
< 23 >
DAISY CALLOWAY
“Ryke, what’s with the busted lip?” Cameras flash, and paparazzi swarm me. Mikey has his arm braced out, standing in front of me with his dirty blond hair and Bermuda shorts. Ryke grips my shoulder, guiding me towards the glass hotel doors.
“Did you get in a fight with one of Daisy’s ex-boyfriends?”
“Ryke, did your brother punch you?”
“What happened?”
They all ask roughly the same questions, and Ryke says nothing. A bruise has begun to form on his cheekbone from my thumb ring hitting him. I wish I could rewind time, shake my half-coherent body and tell myself to stop freaking out.
I’ve hit him before in a night terror, but not this badly.
Once we enter the sanctuary of the hotel, the noise dies down. Mikey spins towards me. “I’m going to grab something to eat before the buffet closes, but I’ll escort you to your room first just to be safe.”
“You can go eat now,” Ryke tells him. “I’ll watch her.”
Mikey looks to me for affirmation since, technically, I’m his boss. “Go,” I say. “Eat something yummy for me.”
“Squid.” He rubs his stomach in mock hunger.
Right now, that actually sounds delicious.
“Hey, stay outside!” a hotel concierge yells at a cameraman that opens the door. The lenses are pressed to the tinted glass, still trying to capture photos of us.
“We better go,” I say. We split from Mikey and wait for an elevator in the hotel lobby.
Ryke watches Mikey disappear and then nods to me. “It’s good that he’s here, even if he can’t keep up with you most of the time.”
A camera flashes in my eyes, a large body behind the lens. I blink, and my heart jolts. I look around for the source, but there’s nothing around us but people rolling their suitcases to the lobby elevators.
“Daisy,” Ryke says. He holds my face, trying to get me to look at him.
Sweat gathers on my forehead. “It wasn’t real,” I whisper. That flash was in my head.
He stares at me with more concern. “What’d you see?”
I take a deep breath. This has happened before. “I think it was when the cameraman broke into my room.” The incident was when I didn’t have Mikey, when all six of us were rooming together in Philly for a period of time. We were under a bigger spotlight than usual, and pictures of us were worth a lot of money.