Page 115 of The Twisted Beats

“Really? Then what are these all about?” He pulls his phone out of his pocket, does something on it, then hands it to me.

There’s a text string between him and me.

Him:Where the fuck are you, Cash? Livianna needs you.

Cash:In the party room. Where are you?

Him:At the hotel. Who are you with?

Cash:You wouldn’t believe me if I told you.

Him:Try me.

Cash:The hot piece of ass, Zara.

Him:Why are you with her?

Cash:I plan on fucking the shit out of her tonight.

Him:You’re dating my sister, asshole. What’s wrong with you?

Cash:Nothing, mate. Once I’ve had my fill, it’ll be like it always is. You can have your turn. It won’t bother me, just don’t tell Livianna.

My heart thunders in my chest and I face Bren. “I didn’t send these. My phone has been missing since last night.”

He raises his brows. “Yeah, right.”

“I swear on my pops’ grave, Guns. I haven’t had a phone since before we went on stage. And another thing. I don’t call her Zara. I’ve only ever known her as Faith, so Zara doesn’t stick in my head.”

His expression softens from glaring at me to one of confusion. “Then who sent these?”

“I don’t know.” I have an idea, but until I know for sure, I’m not saying a word. “Did you show these to Lily?”

He huffs out a grunt. “Fuck no. Not after what she went through last night.”

My blood goes cold. “What happened to her?”

“Did you not see her wrists?”

“I did, but I figured it was because she was upset about not getting into the concert and me not answering her text messages.”

A shield goes over Bren’s eyes. “Did she tell you anything about her evening?”

“Only the obvious.”

Bren gazes out the window, seemingly considering something.

I smack his arm with the back of my hand. “What aren’t you telling me, mate?”

He turns to me, shaking his head. “It’s not my story to share, Cash. That’s up to Livianna.”

“What if she doesn’t tell me?”

“Then I guess you’ll never know and maybe that’s for the best.”

The way he’s talking tells me there’s a lot more I don’t understand. Something bad happened to my Lily, but what?

What’s worse is I wasn’t there for her. All she knows is I was with Faith—for fuck’s sake, Zara Blackthorn, who has made it clear she’s after both of us.