Because I’m on babysitting duty.
 
 It’s a school night, Atlas and Briar are on a business trip, Aspen is at The Sapphire Room, and Banks is on the road with the Vipers.
 
 Dash is with a client who may or may not be Jade.
 
 And I’m here with Frankie.
 
 Normally something I love.
 
 Uncle time is precious and yet…
 
 I could bring her with me on the plane and be back in time?—
 
 Right. Now I’m thinking not only like a pathetic asshole, but also like a bad godfather. I have responsibilities here. I can’t justbustle a three-year-old to the City of Sin so I can fix things with Jade.
 
 IfI can even fix things.
 
 It hadn’t occurred to me until much later.
 
 Fuck you, Royal Ewing.
 
 She cursed at me.
 
 Not that I didn’t deserve it. I sure as shit did, and far more.
 
 ButJadehad cursed.
 
 NotFrack you, Royal Ewing.NorScrew you, Royal Ewing.Not evenFudge you, Royal Ewing.
 
 Certainly noRoyal Pain-in-the-butt.
 
 But the full shebang.
 
 And I hate that part of me knows what it represented—I hurt her so deeply that I broke something in her.
 
 I grip the edge of the counter and drop my chin to my chest, my exhale long-suffering.
 
 I’m no good for her.
 
 I should leave her alone.
 
 I should?—
 
 No.
 
 I lift my head, reach for my phone again.
 
 I’ll find her.
 
 I’ll make it up to her. I won’t fuck up again.
 
 How, asshole?
 
 It’s Colt’s voice in my head.
 
 How will you show her that she’ll be able to trust you again?
 
 Therapy’s a given. I need to stop with this shit, with the anger that makes me lash out at the people I love.