Page 28 of Sacrifice
I fucking dream about you. Every night.
God, throwing my own confession back in my face like that.
The arrogant bastard.
I stumble out of bed, grabbing my phone from the nightstand.
Three texts waiting.
Mom:
Soren's coming home for the weekend! Dinner at the clubhouse tonight?
Me:
Sounds good. What time?
The second text makes my stomach drop.
Brandon:
Hey, thanks for the dates but I don't think this is going to work out. You seem great but you've got some stuff to work through. Good luck with everything.
"Fucking Emil," I mutter, even though technically this is my fault for using Brandon as a shield. Still easier to blame the asshole who scared him off.
The third text is from an unknown number.
I almost delete it, thinking it's spam, but something makes me open it.
Unknown:
Sweet dreams, Saga. Try not to think about me too much.
"That motherfucker!" I storm into the kitchen where Elfe's flipping bacon, my phone thrust out like evidence. "Look at this shit!"
She takes the phone, reads, and starts laughing. "Oh my god, he's got it bad."
"Got it bad? He's stalking me! How'd he even get my number?"
"Babe, everyone in the club has everyone's number. It's like, normal or whatever." She hands my phone back, returning to the stove. "Though I'm surprised it took him this long to use it."
"I'm blocking him."
"Sure you are." She plates the bacon alongside scrambled eggs and toast, sliding it across the counter. "Just like you blocked his number from the club roster after New Year's. And changed your route to avoid his street after the Christmas party. And switched coffee shops after?—"
"I get it," I interrupt, stabbing my eggs with probably more force than necessary. "But this time I mean it."
"Uh huh." She fixes her own plate, joining me at the counter. "So you don't want to hear what I overheard him saying at Bubba's last night?"
I pause mid-chew. "I don't care what he said."
"Really? Not even the part about you admitting you dream about him every night?"
"That gossiping son of a—" I drop my fork. "Who was he telling?"
"Rio and Tor. Maybe a few others." She's enjoying this way too much. "He looked pretty fucking pleased with himself. Like a cat who got into the cream."
"Ihatehim."
