Her tough girl persona softens a little as she takes in my wounded demeanor. “Sol, you have enough going on without worrying about my shit. Just be there for yourself and my brother. I can handle the rest on my own.”
Based on those bruises and how hurt she seems, I’m not so sure. She puts her arm around me, leading me forward. “There are a few people I can call to see if they’ve seen Finn,” she says, quickly switching the subject. “Let’s head back to my room and we’ll split up the list.”
Her voice trails as her attention cuts toward the bar. “What the fuck?” she snaps, charging forward.
With how pissed she seems, I almost think she spotted the man who attacked her. I come to an abrupt halt when I see what she sees. Finn is slumped across the bar, two girls hanging all over him and attempting to drag him away.
I don’t remember bolting after Wren. I’m just suddenly there. “Come on, Fury,” the blonde to Finn’s right giggles, slurring her words. “Let’s finish the party back in our room.”
She stops laughing at the sight of me and Wren. “Who the hell are you?” Wren snaps.
The brunette pushes her hair away, the humor in her face morphing into annoyance. “One of his dates for the night. Who the hell are you?”
Oh, honey, we’re so not the right women to talk to this way. I may be nice. And I may be considered a professional. But right now, I’m the irate Philly girl whose man these skanks are touching.
Wren and I edge closer, but it’s Wren who speaks first. “I’m his sister, the same chick who’s going to knock you on your ass if you don’t get your hands off him.” She hooks her thumb my way. “And this is his girlfriend, who trust me, won’t be as nice. Get the fuck away from him.”
They don’t budge, but neither do we. Anger like I’ve never felt burns its way through me. Finn is wrecked out of his mind. These girls know it―in fact, they probably helped get him this way. But it’s the underlying guilt―the belief that my problems played a role in his condition―and the way the blonde strokes his arm possessively that sharpen my tone. “Touch him again, and I swear to God I’ll smash that beer bottle across your damn face.”
She freezes, as she should, and drops her hand away. She steps back as I move forward, and so does her friend in time for Sofia and Killian to arrive.
“What the hell is this shit?” Killian snaps.
One of the girls whispers to the other, causing her eyes to widen. They recognize Killian, just like they recognize their fun is over.
Wren shakes Finn’s shoulder. “Finnie, Finnie, can you hear me?”
He lifts his head in my direction. “Sol?” he says, stumbling forward. He pulls me to him, kissing me hard. But when I jerk my chin and break our kiss, he practically falls on top of me.
Killian snags him, lifting him off me before I topple over. “He’s wasted,” Killian mutters, hooking his arm over his shoulder. “Come on. Let’s get him upstairs.”
I grab his phone from the bar and follow, Sofia and Wren hot on my trail. “He wouldn’t have gone with them,” Sofia says. “Not willingly.”
“Even as drunk as he is no way would he cheat on you,” Wren adds.
They’re trying to make excuses for him, for why he was with them. They know I’m livid. But I’m not solely pissed about what I saw and who I found him with.
My eyes burn. Yet for now, I refuse to cry
We slip into the elevator, hauling ass before anyone else sees him. “Where’s Sol?” Finn mumbles, his head slumped.
“She’s here,” Sofia says, glancing my way when I don’t answer.
He starts to fall forward again when he attempts to walk, but Killian holds onto him. “We can’t leave him alone like this,” Sofia says quietly.
It’s her way of volunteering to stay with him. But that’s not her job. For now, it’s mine. “I’ll take care of him,” I say, my focus glued to the door.
“Are you sure?” she asks.
“I’m sure,” I say, anger and hurt causing my voice to quiver.
Wren takes one look at my face and backs away. “Shit. You’re not going to kill him in his sleep are you?”
She’s joking, even though she knows I’m angry. But I can’t laugh then. “I would never hurt him,” I answer, that awful tremble in my voice showing how close I am to losing it.
Who am I kidding? I’ve already hurt Finn in ways I never thought possible.
The elevator door dings open and we step out. Sofia pulls out Finn’s wallet and fishes through it. “I have his key,” she says.
Killian doesn’t respond, his face shadowed with worry. He doesn’t say anything until we reach his room and he lowers him to the bed when I pull away the blankets.
“You need us, you call,” he says to me. “We’re one floor above you.”
He marches out, Sofia’s hand tight in his. Wren doesn’t appear any happier, crossing her arms as she takes in Finn’s unmoving form. “You want me to stay?”
I glance at her. In all the fuss, and with all the low lighting, Killian and Sofia didn’t see her bruises. But I noticed she kept her unaffected side to them. Yet I can’t talk to her about it now, not with the condition Finn is in.