Page 8 of Whizz

The sound of his bedroom doorunlocking didn’t ease the tension that had built up insideher.

She stared at the doorway intothe bathroom.Within seconds Whizz stoodover her, staring at her.

“I brought you some food.Angel cooked it.She’s worried about you and asked how youwere.”

Lacey didn’t even know the woman and yetAngel was concerned about her.It made no sense to her for anotherwoman who was younger than she was to be worried.

“I’m not hungry.”Herstomach chose that moment to protest.

“You’re hungry.”

“I don’t want anything you’vebrought me.”You’re being petty, Lacey.

Whizz sighed.“I can’t trust any ofthe other women coming.Your threat this morning stops me.Ifsomething happens to Angel, Lash will kill you and castrateme.”

She looked up at him.“I wouldn’t hurther.”

Lacey wouldn’t.She knew enoughthat Angel was the kind of woman you were friends with.Throughoutthe whole of her life, shehadn’t had a female friend.There was only everDalton.

“I don’t know that.You keeptrying to hurt me, even if you don’t actually go through withit.”

“Angel’s innocent of everything.I wouldn’t harm her.It would be like hurting a puppy or kitten.”She wiped a hand down her face.Her head was aching from thetears.

“Why are you on thebathroom floor?”

“None of yourbusiness.”

He let out a breath.“You’re going tocontinue to be stubborn and a brat?”

She stared up at him, licking hersuddenly dry lips.“I’m thirty years old, Whizz.The only friendI’ve ever had is dead.”

“Which one was yourfriend?”he asked, taking a seat on the toilet.

“You’re not going to mockme?”

“I’m asking you who was yourfriend?I’m interested to know about you.”His hands were grippedtogether in exactly the same way as Dalton’s had been while she’dbeen in the hospital.

Placing her hands on her chest,she stared up at Whizz.He looked sincere, and she didn’t want to fighthim.

“Dalton.He was my bestfriend.”

“The big guy?”

“Yeah.”She started tosmile.“He wasn’t always that big.I mean, he was tall, like reallytall but never filled out.For a long time he looked like a goodgust of wind would push him over.”She stopped talking as the painhit her hard.“He’s dead.”

Whizz didn’t say anything.She saw hisjaw tense at her words.

“He was the one who found meafter it happened.After Gonzalez happened.I was a mess.Hewouldn’t leave me behind.Dalton never left me behind even when Ibegged him to.”

“Was he in love with you?”Whizz asked.

She shook her head.“I think there was atime when he thought he was, but I never loved him like that.Hewas my brother and my best friend.”

Lacey knew Dalton had wanted more from herat one stage.She’d not long turned twenty-one, and his attentionhad become more intimate.He’d wanted to become hers, but she’dkept away from him.Lacey hadn’t wanted anything from him butfriendship.

“He’s dead.”

“No one was left alive,Lacey.”

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