Page 8 of Lethal Attraction

Hearing the deep purr of his voice, and the amused chuckle, was awakening. Like he didn’t do it often, and this was all for me.

Oh, I’m a fucking nutcase.

But when have I ever cared about that?

There was just something so…different about him. A small, very insane part of me seems to believe that I could show him who I am and he wouldn’t run screaming for the hills.

That part of me is also stupid and thinks that blowing things up is the easiest way to get out of stuff I don’t want to do.

Rowan wants to have a family meeting?

Cut the brakes on his truck so he’s stuck dealing with that all afternoon.

Atlas is angry because I “stole his next target?” (I did.)

Send a random bouquet of roses to the bakery, addressed to his wife. That usually keeps him busy for about a week on a wild goose chase.

My god. I am a fucking menace…

Maybe that’s why Alana put that AirTag on me last year.

My best friend was even more pissed when I dropped it into the bottom of some river in Michigan. She did it to keep track of me, but I can’t be contained to some small devil disk that fits comfortably in my backpack.

Fuck. Where is my backpack?

I look around my room, careful not to pull my IV out unless I want to entice a whole crew of nurses to fly to my aid. I curse when I come up short, but stop when I notice my phone resting face down on the food tray. I grab it before flicking on the screen and wincing at the insane amount of calls and texts from my family. I read a few of them, sinking lower in my bed at the realization that I had missed Loxley’s baby shower.

Loxley:

Thalia??? Are you okay? Pick up your phone! We’re worried sick about you.

Alana:

I KNEW I should have put another AirTag on you! Call me, please! I just want to know that you’re safe.

Connor:

You have my wife going crazy over here. Make it back, or I’m finding you myself.

Atlas:

I know you can hold your own, Thal, but you’ve got the whole fucking compound looking for you right now. If you’re dead, I’m going to revive you, then strangle your ass. (Also, I ate the leftovers in your fridge.)

“That asshole,” I mutter before scrolling through the rest.

Addison:

Hey, girlie! You can’t go getting kidnapped or anything. That’s my job. Everyone is freaking out over here. Text to let SOMEONE know you’re okay before Row Row loses his shit.

Rowan:

WHY THE FUCK DID I JUST GET A CALL FROM JACKSON MEMORIAL THAT YOU’VE BEEN SHOT AND HAD SURGERY? PICK UP YOUR FUCKING PHONE!

I toss my device down on the bed, resting my head back as I close my eyes. I can’t believe I missed the baby shower…

“Of all the things I could screw up,” I sigh.

The door to my room opens, and my head shoots up as a nurse with blonde hair flutters into the room. She stops when she notices I’m awake and smiles. “Well, good morning, Sunshine! How are you feeling?”