Tryst Six Venom by Penelope Douglas

TOMORROW NIGHT.
I stare at Callum’s text from this afternoon, holding my breath a little. He
thinks we have a deal. I took Mercutio and the key, after all.
But I’m not going. What’s he going to do? Force me?
And if he tries to retaliate, he’s going to find that the Jaegers don’t need
to get violent to make him pay.
It’s done. Over. Fuck ‘em.
“Olivia!” Dallas shouts from downstairs.
I heave a sigh, just knowing he’s going to ask me to bathe Dex or make
dinner or go run an errand. I toss my phone onto my bed and hop up, opening
my door.
Voices hit me immediately. “You can’t just come over here anytime you
want,” Trace scolds. “I got other ladies to tend to.”
I peer over the stairs, seeing Krisjen. “Oh, please. ‘Tending?’” she jokes.
“I’ve started to carry my vibe in my purse for afterward.”
Dallas and Iron burst into laughter, and I walk down the stairs, seeing
Trace’s mouth fall open a little. “Is that what you do in the bathroom so
long?”
But she doesn’t answer, her eyes shifting up to me as soon as I stop at the
bottom.
I fold my arms over my chest. “What are you doing here?”
She starts to say something, but Army steps in the open doorway she’s
blocking and nudges her.
She scrunches up her face in a scowl, but when she looks behind her, her