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He leaned down and kissed her. “That I love you.”
He flew away.
Della stood there in a world of hurt. Was it possible to love someone and not trust them?
* * *
Chase landed on the office porch. He heard Burnett stirring in Holiday’s office. Chase raked a hand through his hair. Looking over his shoulder, he checked to make sure Della hadn’t followed him.
Then he glanced back at the office door. Right or wrong, he had to do this.
He walked in and heard the chair in Holiday’s office shift as if protesting the person’s weight.
“In here,” Burnett said, in his normal pissed-off tone.
Chase walked in. The man sat there, his shoulders straight, arms crossed, and looked up at Chase with the same expression his tone carried.
“You should have called me. This whole thing could have been bad.”
“Yeah. I probably should have.”
Chase sat down. The chair groaned in protest. And so did Chase’s heart. Eddie had saved him. Taught him. Protected him.
He looked at Burnett.
“Something wrong?”
Chase felt a knot tighten in his throat.
“I need some help,” Chase said.
“With?” Burnett unfolded his arms, and leaned forward, now more curious than angry.
“I’ve found myself in a very bad position.” Chase ran a hand over his face.
“What position is that?”
Chase looked away, unsure how to start. His gaze landed on a picture of Holiday holding Hannah.
He sat up. “What … what would you do if someone killed Holiday?”
Chapter Forty-two
Della dreamed it. She was Bao Yu. So she woke up and refused to sleep. Then she saw it when she wasn’t asleep.
She saw the knife being yanked from her chest. The blood dripping from the blade. Her father’s face staring down at her. She struggled to take her very last breath of air.
Then she died. Or her aunt died. Over and over again.
And each time she went through it, right before she lost her life, Della felt her aunt mourn and grieve for something different.
People she would miss. Love she’d never be able to give. A child she had given up and would never be able to say “I love you” to. The chance to make all of the things she’d done wrong, right.
Della went to school, hoping it would stop. She walked out of science when it didn’t.
Exhausted, mentally, physically, and emotionally, she headed to the office. On that walk, one footstep after another, all Della could hear were Burnett’s words. He said he’d been attacked by a monster. Did her father really suspect she was vampire?
Holiday looked up when Della walked in, then gasped.
