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There’s no turning back. No matter how much I plead for her to turn and fall into my arms.
What have I done?
Fifteen
Asena
Ican’t see the wildflowers and long grass for the blur of tears in my eyes. Everyone that drops down my cheek burns. I scrub them away as fast as they fall. In contrast to my freezing heart, my body is warm and pliant from our lovemaking. Glowy even, but I’m quickly cooling to the idea of driving a stick into that bastard’s heart. A freaking vampire on the emotions is what he is.
“One second he’s allI’ll keep you forever and ever.And the next he’s sputtering shit likeleave or I will forever taint you with my darkness.”
I am very well aware I am ranting to thin air, but I don’t give a damn.
“Whiplash. That is all I have. Freaking whiplash.” Which is fine. It’s fine. I’m fine. I am leaving anyway. Right? But it would have been nice to fight a little, feel wanted before I hot-wired some beater-up and pulled off a next-level disappearing act. Not that I know how to do either of those things.
I tug at my hair and wring out the ends.
I don’t know what I want anymore. That much is obvious.
I slap at wet hair sticking to my forehead, my steps just as punchy.
“Stick to my plan. Keep the heart and lusty parts out of the freaking equation.” Why is that so damn difficult?
I stumble through the high grass of the back field yanking on my sweats and T-shirt. I slide my arms through the holes and tug on the ends of Hark’s borrowed shirt and peer down at myself—a drowned rat comes to mind.
Everything clings to me. Boobs, ass. It’s all on show for everyone to see with how the dripping wet material clings to my curves. Thankfully I’m not an overly busty girl or there would be a problem.
I cast my eyes skyward. “Good Lord save me from myself.”
At least none of it is white. Focus on the silver lining, right?
But you know what? I don’t care about wet clothes. I don’t need to be high society pretty for where I am going. Just dry. Which means I need a detour before hitting up my final destination this evening.
But I do care about the phone I managed to slip out of my pants and under the cushion of the lounge before Hark could spot it. Or me grabbing it before I stormed out.
I palm the device, fire it up and punch in Sadie’s number in the chat app.
Be ready to move tonight. Will explain later. Only the necessary things. - A
I don’t dare put my whole name just in case someone else is reading the text. Now that I think about it, I don’t blame her for not picking up when I called. I don’t answer strange numbers either.
I don’t get an answer back but I have faith the text will go through. Either way, my daughter will be in my arms tonight.
And the Druid will be dead.
I take a couple of seconds and erase any proof of my calls and text message from Avery’s phone. I come out of the clearing just in time to see her pull Hark’s old pick-up around and throw open the passenger side. Dust kicks up and for a second the blonde chick in daisy dukes and twinkling blue eyes throws me back to the days I wished I never was the daughter of a mafia king and never fell in love with the enemy.
But you can’t turn back time so here I am.
I drag a smile from the depths of my soul and give a little wave.
“Hey, I see you found the bathhouse.” I make quick work of crossing the ten feet or so of the parking lot and jump into the truck. Loose gravel stabs at the bottom of my bare feet, yet another problem I need to solve. All traces of Hark’s blood have been whipped clean. The smell of detergent and cleaner overpowers the little green pine tree hanging from the rearview mirror.
“Yep.” Keep it short and sweet. I pull the sun visor down and confirm my fears. There’s no saving my mass of hair without some sort of brush, an hour and a miracle.
Red eyes stare back at me and I curse my Irish blood for putting my heart on my sleeve without giving me a say in the matter. Ten minutes and they will be clear of emotion, and so will my brain.
Avery talks and drives at the same time. I’m not sure why the idea pops into my head, but it’s there all the same. Deep down this girl is my soulmate best friend because people who can do two things at once all the while not fucking things up are my kind of people.
