Page 175 of Losing Faith

When I see the plane I smile to myself before closing my eyes.

I need something to tell me which way this is going to go because I don’t have much more fight in me. I wish for hope.

Chapter Fifty-Three

Lisette

MyheadispoundingandI try to sit up, but my entire body feels weighed down. I press my palms to my eyes as I suck in a breath in pain. I try sitting up more slowly now as I look around the soft-lit room. I scan the room carefully and this isn’t my house. I try to retrace my steps, and when I notice the emerald couch I’m on, reality hits me like a truck.

“She’s awake.”

I go still at the sound of August’s voice and glance out at the balcony. For a split second, I contemplate making a run for it, but I won’t make that jump, and dying in order to avoid this talk is too dramatic even for me.

I lay back down as August comes around the couch, a huge smile plastered on his face. “Good afternoon.” He hands me a cup but I don’t take it.

“Is Sire here?” I whisper and when he nods I close my eyes in defeat.

I hear a few more footsteps before the couch dips a few times. Forcing myself to get this over with, I sit up and look around at the twins and Sire. I expected more people so I’m choosing to be grateful this isn’t an actual intervention.

Sage smiles over at me, her eyes glossy with tears. “You scared me.”

I shake my head at myself. I fucking hate making this girl cry. “I shouldn’t have come here, Sage, I—”

“No,” she quickly cuts me off, sliding down to take hold of my hand, and I hate how affectionate she is, but I let her hold me. “I’m glad you came here. You can always come to me.”

“You know,” August speaks up and I turn my attention to him next. “I’m a bit offended I was the last to hear about this, but this isn’t about me, so I’ll suck it up.” He puts his hands up in surrender and a smile tugs at my lips.

“Thisas in me relapsing or me dating Sire’s best friend?”

His brows furrow before he turns to our brother. “Since when have you been calling Jackson your best friend?” He doesn’t let him respond. “I’myour best friend.”

I glance over at Sire and he shakes his head at him. “This isn’t the time for this, August. We—”

“No,” August objects. “This is the time. Are you seriously going around telling people Jackson is your best friend? You’ve known the guy for what?Sevenyears? I’ve been here since you were still wetting the bed.”

I stifle a laugh, but pretend to cough when Sire glares at me.

“We’re brothers, August. Besides you, he’s my best friend.”

August’s jaw drops. “You can’t have two best friends. That’s why it’s calledbest.”

Sire’s eyes narrow on him. “You’re seriously going to make me pick between you two?”

August folds his hand over his chest and Sire mumbles a curse.

“You’re not going to say anything about Lis dating him?” He tries to turn this to me now but fails.

“That is not what we’re talking about. If she’s happy then I’m happy, and if he hurts her, then we’ll hurt him, but you need to tell me right now if he’s your best friend.”

“You’re unbelievable,” Sire mumbles.

August’s jaw drops. “You’re really picking him?”

“Of course not, August.” Sire rolls his eyes at our brother. “I’ll always pick you. I didn’t think calling my closest friend my best friend would be an issue since we’rebrothers,but I guess I was wrong. Can we go back to what this conversation was supposed to be about?”

A smile grows on August’s face.

They all turn to me and I feel my mood plummet but hold it together.

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