Page 35 of Chaos Kills

Food and Levi go like sex and orgasms.

He’s immediately turned onto it, and anything that was mentioned before is automatically turned off.

He mumbles something I can’t make out, but I don’t ask him to repeat it. Stepping away from my touch, he rounds my body toward the bathroom located in the back of the house.

When I hear the door click, I’m returning my focus to Nessa.

“What the hell is going on?” I seethe through my teeth. “What’s going on with you?”

Her perfectly shaped eyebrows snap together, as if confused. “What are you talking about? I came to see you, and he showed up.”

“Why are you so jumpy?”

“Because he scared the shit out of me, and then thirty seconds later,youdo it. What the fuck is wrong with the two of you?”

Two peas in a pod.

That’s the only explanation I’ve got. And since I’ve been on edge for what seems like eternity, I’m more than likely freaking out over nothing.

“Sorry,” I mumble. “It’s been…yeah.”

“I know.” She jerks her head in the direction of the couch. “Why don’t you get rid of the hillbilly gun, and I’ll order the pizzas, alright? I’ll stay the night.”

I nod with appreciation. “That sounds good. Thanks.” I make my way toward my room but pivot and say, “Don’t forget old-styled pepperoni and sausage.”

She smirks at me. “Of course. We all know how much you love sausage, Bay.”

“Go suck a dick,” I grumble, pivoting to do what she suggested.

I hear her laughter continue as I hit the hallway, but catch Levi standing outside the bathroom. Our gazes latch, and I have no idea what he’s doing, but it’s just another reminder he’s here.

For real.

It’s not my imagination but a break in my luck. We’re together again.

And now we have to go through the worst time of our lives.

NINE

bay

I’mexhausted and everything within me begs for me to sit down and rest for just a few moments. It kept me on the straight and narrow for a while, shoving back any emotions that my traitorous mind wanted to feed me. It got me to not think about how things between Torin and I wouldn’t work out, despite anything.

Everything he pledged about us being able to overcome being from opposite side of the tracks, rival towns, and an old war that had nothing to do with us, would never break us apart.

I began to adore those pieces of fiction. The colorful pages were filled with hopes, dreams, and small glimpses of the future.

However, the words stopped flowing when the wordmurdershowed up on the page.

Never did I think I’d have to handle that. Not when it came to someone we loved.

I understand why he’s upset, I am.

I’d be right there with him, if not worse.

But, even so, it doesn’t make it hurt any less. He doesn’t trust me, and that alone will kill any chances of a happily ever after.

An already doomed one.

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