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I reached up and pressed the button on the small square device attached to the visor and the garage door opened. I put the Suburban in reverse and backed out. I had never driven a vehicle this big before, so I took extra care to not hit anything on the way down the driveway. At the end of the driveway I hit the button again and watched as the garage door went back down.
I hit the road and cruised past the Alexander house without looking at it. I didn't want to jinx it and with my luck someone would be looking out the window at just that second and see me driving by. Then my phone would blow up and I'd likely go insane.
Tyson moved around in his seat and slipped the manila folders out from underneath him. He held them up and asked, "What are these?"
I sighed.
"There's a picture in one and a phone number in the other one," I said, telling him the bare minimum.
He opened the folder and whistled under his breath. "She's pretty but there's something sad about her. Who is she?"
"Has anybody ever told you before that you're nosy?"
He laughed quietly, his shoulders shaking with it. I noticed he didn't answer my question, though, and that was answer enough for me.
"How has Quinton put up with you all this time?" I inquired jokingly.
Ignoring that, he repeated, "Who is she, Ariel?"
"Marcus thinks she's a witch," I answered him, knowing he wouldn't let it go until I did. "And he thinks she's hiding from the Council. He found this picture and the phone number in Adrian's office."
"A witch?" Tyson echoed in a voice filled with wonder. "There really are more females out there than we thought there were."
Something in his voice bothered me and I hated to think it, but the thought crossed my mind anyways. If there were more female witches out there, then did that mean they'd want to take a good look at them and maybe regret taking me in and inviting me into their coven? Would they want another female if more came to light? Would they want to swap me out for a new, shinier, bright version, one without a fucked up past and scarred up body? Would this change everything for me when I'd just gotten comfortable in my life, was the rug going to be ripped out from underneath me?
And why the fuck had he called her pretty? I know, I know, I'd thought the same thing about her, but had he really needed to say it out loud? Jealousy reared her ugly head and filled me up with her poison. It was a horrible feeling to have and something I wasn't used to feeling.
"Ariel?" Tyson murmured quietly, and I felt his eyes on me but refused to look at him. "Why did he give this to you?"
I hit the button to lower the driver's side window and sucked in a lung full of clean air, hoping it would clear out the bad shit running through my head.
"Rain," I choked out past the jealousy clogging up my insides. "He knows what Rain's family did and wanted me to give it to him to see if there's any chance Rain can find her before the Council does and get her nice and hidden away from them in time."
"Makes sense," he said quietly. "But what I want to know is why you're acting so weird now and why do you look like someone kicked your puppy?"
I shot him a dirty look, not appreciating that last statement at all. I needed to work better at hiding my emotions when it came to my face.
"Can we just not talk?" I asked him, and I think I even meant it too.
"You know you're pretty too, right? You're the only person I want."
I groaned as I hit the button, closing the window, and then I latched on to the steering wheel in a death grip, trying to strangle the life out of it.
"It's okay if you think she's pretty," I said in a quiet, strangled voice. "It's okay for you to be attracted to other people, to want them. I have no room to talk, not when I've got all these boyfriends. I have no right to expect you to only want me."
Tyson's big, warm palm landed on my thigh and he squeezed gently. I was glad for having put on leggings today instead of a skirt because I didn't think I could handle having his hand on my bare skin at the moment.
"I wouldnevercheat on you and I fucking hate that you think I would do that."
Shit.
The hurt in his voice killed me. I'd really messed this whole thing up with him and that hadn't been my intention.
"I don't think you'd cheat on me, Tyson," I told him in a small voice. "That's not the problem. I'm the problem here. You say some chick is pretty and I get jealous like an asshole."
He squeezed my thigh. "You don't have anything to be jealous about."
"I know that," I snapped at him. "I'm being irrational and I know that too."
