The way he says it drags a wave of anger through me but I don’t let it show. Instead, I tip my chin and smirk at him.
“You should’ve asked Allie. She knows where I keep things meant for the trash.”
His jaw tightens, but before he can spit out another word, I push past him and swipe my key card. The door clicks open and I slip inside, shutting him out.
Allie is sprawled on the couch, but the second she sees me, her eyes widen and she’s on her feet.
“Sweet Jesus,” she blurts. “Where have you been? I’ve been texting and calling nonstop.”
“I was with Braydon,” I tell her simply, brushing toward my room.
I push open my door, drop my bag onto the bed, and kick my shoes into the corner. The wardrobe creaks as I tug it open.
Allie follows, leaning against the doorframe now, her eyes fixed o
