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“That’s your cue to flee before you catch whatever I have.”
“I’ll take the risk if you need a friend.” He pats my arms.
“I’ll be okay. I sent the last friend home.”
My phone buzzes between us as we part.
“That her?”
“No, Shane.”Finally.“Telling me that his battery had died and now he’s getting up.”
“It’s four thirty in the afternoon. He’s living life like a teenager.”
“He acts like one.”Spoiled, careless.
All the things that Ambrose isn’t.
And that makes me feel so much more guilty for hurting him.
The front door opens, calling our attention to the foyer.
Annabelle pushes her way in around Bubbles, who’s quite fond of her these days. “Bubble tea, as promised. Get your ass down here and let’s have a chat. You can come too, hot stuff. I got you a coffee.” Annabelle winks up at Nyx.
It makes me crave a normal life.
And that makes me reply with a yes to a new message from Shane, who asks if he can see me tomorrow when his hangover passes.
CHAPTER 60
Ambrose—present day
Ishiver under the water as the shower rains down on me, drowning out my thoughts and washing the blood from my body. The need to cut, to distract myself, itches in my blood.
Never in my life have I felt so worthless.
Only one person has that kind of power over me, and it’s a shame she’s the one I crave most.
Was it anger?
The idea of me with someone else seemed to trigger her. The fire in her eyes and bite in her voice reminded me of every emotion I keep inside when I see her and Shane walking around this house together.
I don’t regret scratching those words into the wall, just as I don’t regret the fresh scars on my body.
I shake as I push the tip of the blade into my chest, gouging over another old wound.
I need the pain to stop. The noise in my head that sounds like Dollie.
Does your freaky face not do it for her?
She’s so loud above the shower water that rolls off my body, pooling at my feet. The water turns red where I stand. I lift my feet, minimizing the clinging of my own gore to my body.
I wouldn’t expect it todo itfor anyone.
Tracing a final scar, I drop my blade and kick it away from me. It clambers against the tiles, ringing in my ears. It isn’t loud enough to overpower her voice.
Your freaky face.
Swallowing my emotions as my eyes burn, I blame the shower as I tip my head back, and water runs into my face.
