Tryst Six Venom by Penelope Douglas

I pull it on, leaving it unzipped, a strip of my bare skin visible down the
middle with the hint of the curve of my breasts. I pull my hair out from the
back and let her look.
She kneads my hips, shifting underneath me as her heated gaze falls down
my body. “You definitely need a leather jacket.”
“We can go shopping later,” I tell her.
Any excuse to go shopping…
But she shakes her head. “No. You’ll wear mine.”
Yes, I will. No more hiding our little trinkets of each other.
My eyes fall on the bruise on her cheek again, and I take her hands,
holding them in mine. “You should’ve posted that audio.”
She looks up at me, her smile slowly dissipating as a thoughtful
expression crosses her face. “Maybe I will,” she tells me. “Or maybe I want
to see what happens next.”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean Callum has slept in this house more nights than you. Did you
know that?”
I freeze. What?
She inhales and exhales. “He and Dallas…” she almost whispers.
“What?” I exclaim, dumbfounded.
But she nods. “Last summer, for about a month.”
I gape at her. He and Dallas what? Is she serious?
“Dallas broke it off,” she tells me, “and Callum was not happy.”
Oh my God. I think, trying to find any clues I had, but there are none.
Nothing that I picked up on, except…
Is that why he targeted Liv? Because she was a Jaeger he had access to at
school every day and could hurt?
“I didn’t know Dallas was…”
“He’s bi,” she says. “But don’t bring it up. Dallas doesn’t like anyone in
his business.”
I’d gathered as much.
“Callum, I’m pretty sure is not bi,” she tells me, almost as if she’s
breaking some bad news. “Or straight.”
“Fuck…” I breathe out, thinking about all his taunting and the other girls
at school.
But then a thought occurs to me. Last summer, Callum would’ve been
seventeen. Dallas was at least twenty then. Callum could’ve gotten him into a