Lark flanks my side, grabbing hold of my arm. “Are you okay?” she asks, shifting in front of me. “Harbor?”

Still staring at Dane, I can’t seem to figure out what started the fight.

She grabs my jaw, trying to force me to look at her. “Harbor?” Finally giving in to the demand, I briefly glance down but then look over her head as the girl from the truck runs to him.

Amanda stands in the middle, and asks, “What happened?”

Dane is on his feet, wiping his bloody mouth on his shirt. “Mother fuck.” He stares at me and then stabs the air with his finger. “I told you to stay away from her. You just couldn’t fucking listen, could you? You Pointe kids think you own everything, like you come slum it downtown and take a piss all over us, use our girls, and then toss them aside when you’re bored.”

“What the fuck are you talking about, Dane? I’m not using anyone, especially not Lark.” My adrenaline continues to course through me. I shake my right fist, hoping to release some of it before it eats me alive.

Lark spins around, pressing her hands to my legs behind her. “What do you mean you told him I’m off-limits? There’s so much wrong with that, Dane, that I almost don’t know where to begin.” She crosses her arms over her chest, shaking her head.

He’s sniffling, still licking his wounds, like a cat dragging its paw across his sleeve. The girl with him shouts something about me being the asshole and my girlfriend a whore, but Lark’s not fazed by her. She makes no move to give her the time of day.

Since Dane doesn’t give her the courtesy of a response, Lark says, “You don’t get to decide who I date. I know you act like my brother and have been there for me over the years, but I am a grown woman, so you need to back off.”

His eyes pivot from mine to hers. “You’re making a big fucking mistake.” Patting his chest, he stares her down. “He’s just like his cousin, Lark. I don’t want you to find out the hard way. He’s going to break your heart . . . Save yourself the trouble.”

“It’s my heart. That’s the part you’re forgetting. I appreciate the words of warning, but I know Harbor so much better than you do.”

Dane says, “He’ll prove me right one day. You’ll see.”

“Harbor has nothing to prove to you,” she snaps. “He’s already proven everything he needs to me.”

“Talk to Terry,” Dane says. “Talk to Amanda. She was there. She’s your best friend. Would she lie to you? No. The rich pricks aren’t strangers to our parties—”

“The parties that you told me I couldn’t go to.” Lark huffs.

“Yeah, those fucking parties because guys like him were cruising through to look for their next victims. Smoking our weed, stealing our booze.”

Okay, that’s it, fucker. “That’s e-fucking-nough,” I say. “I never used anyone, and there are no victims.” I move forward, not scared to fight him until he tells the truth. Lark presses her body to me, fisting my coat as if I’ll lunge at him if she doesn’t try to stop me. “And don’t talk about my cousin.” Anger builds inside me, tensing me, so I get closer, ready to burn through my emotions with each punch to his face.