Chapter 29: Skye

What am I still doing here?

I should have taken off hours ago, but I didn't want to give Hunter the satisfaction of driving me away.

A high-pitched giggle erupts from across the bonfire. I focus more intently on the label I'm trying to peel off the beer bottle in my hand. I don't have to glance over there to know that it's the same girl who attached herself to Hunter like a barnacle before crawling onto his lap.

The last time I looked in their direction, her arms were twined around his neck as if she was afraid he might try to make a run for it. Although, that doesn't seem likely. As far as I can tell, he's enjoying the fawning attention.

A thick lump of nausea has taken up residence at the bottom of my belly. It hasn't budged since Hunter called Josh over. No matter how hard I try to banish it, the tension refuses to dissipate. Whatever Hunter said to Josh was enough to scare him away.

For a few fleeting moments, I had considered marching over to Hunter and demanding why he did