"Is it true?"

"Is what true?"

"You. Bea Smith. Got friendly in the slot, did you?" It was amazing how Kaz's blue eyes, which had always been so full of warmth—to her, at least—could pierce like ice. The sound of basketballs and women's voices echoed around them.

"What are you on about?" Well that was fast. Wonder which birdie put that in your ear. Allie thought fast, trying to figure out who might have known, who could have told. Juice. Fucking Juice. But Juice wouldn't have thought to tell Kaz. Even if she did, Kaz wouldn't have believed her. "I have no idea what you're talking about," Allie insisted. "Kaz I would never do anything to hurt you. Never. You know that."

It was the truth. Well, the last part was. She couldn't deny that she'd gotten closer to Bea, even with a wall between them—and she wasn't sorry about it. Not that they'd gotten close enough for her liking. The thought of being locked in a cell with Bea, of actually touching her body, was enough to make her head swim. Even as she was facing an accusation of betrayal from the woman who was the closest thing she'd ever known to a mother. This is not a good time, Allie. Keep that shit in your pants.

"Perhaps… Juice misheard," Joan finally broke the silence. "She may have been mistaken. It's quite possible."

"Doesn't explain how Jackson knew about the attack on him. Fuck, I knew it was you and I just didn't want to believe it. Allie, I trusted you. I took you in. I gave you everything." Her voice rising, Kaz didn't seem to notice that the other women around them had stopped what they were doing to watch the scene.

"Now there's no need for that, Kaz. We don't know any of that for sure yet." Joan's voice was soft but the women at the table heard every word, and her words only fanned the flames of their suspicion. Child's play. It was too easy to convince people of what they think might be true, to bring the darkest shadows of someone's thoughts into the light. Kaz would be hers soon.

"Kaz—" Allie pleaded, reaching for her hand desperately.

"Get the fuck away from me." Kaz brushed the younger woman's arm away without looking at her. "Take your bullshit somewhere else. To H1 maybe, since you love Smith so much."

"Are you fucking serious?" Allie's voice broke as her eyes welled up.

"Just go." With every eye in the yard on her, Allie rose from the table in tears and stumbled toward the blocks.