Page 183 of Shadowman
He planned this…?
He sent me down here, knowing I’d find Dr. Love, not him. Hewantedme to get stuck talking to that blathering know-it-all? Why??
Trevel leans down, brushing his lips on ear. “He’s a right self-righteous prick, isn’t he?”
Peering up at him, our eyes meet, and his devious destruction washes over me. His danger… Hisrevenge.
It’s kind of sexy.
Without a shred of control, my mouth slopes into a small smirk. “You’re a menace, you know that?”
“Mmm… I think you’re right, sweet fury.” His finger dips beneath the hem of my shirt, running along my abs. “You like it?”
“Maybe.” Pursing my lips, I grab his hand to stop its roaming. He gasps. “Don’t push it.”
“Trevel,” Dr. Love barks, cutting into whatever this game is we’re been playing. “Let’s go.” He drops a chaste kiss on Darcey’s forehead, then stomps away, nodding for Trevel to follow him.
Trevel’s hand slips down my hip. “See you back at home.” He winks, releasing me to scurry off with his doctor.
Dr. Love casts me one last look that I wish I couldn’t read before they leave, around the corner and out of sight.Off to have theirtherapy, I guess.
Gulping, my face slopes back in Darcey’s direction. He’s just standing there, still mostly in his bedroom, looking all cute and sweet and fucking stupid. My lips almost quirk, remembering the mess we made in his bed.
Did he even notice? Or is he so simple, he’s literally sleeping in our dried cum?
I’m not sure which result tickles me more.
Darcey waves at me, and I scoff, rolling my eyes. I stalk away without another glance, back to Gen-pop.
Our row is quiet when I get there, and I immediately notice that many inmates are gone, likely in the showers. Stopping in front of my cell, my gaze slides farther down the row. I peek at the camera, and instead of entering my own cell, I continue walking quietly to the end.
I look through the bars of the last cell, holding my breath. Luthor is in there, sitting on the bottom bunk. His back is to me, and he doesn’t notice me standing here, because he’s clearly very invested in what he’s doing. It looks like he’s messing with some device—must be the computer thing he’s been rambling about for months.
A small smile tugs at my lips.Fuck, I miss him.
Existing in here, not by his side, doesn’t feel right.
I’m still mad at him and Ren. The things I said to them during our fight—the last conversation we had, which was weeks ago at this point—are all still valid. But it was never supposed to mean I don’t want them in my life.
Just because they piss me off, it doesn’t mean I don’t love them.
Luthor is my best friend. He just so happens to be hopelessly drawn to the problem.
I don’thateRen…I can’t.
Sometimes I wish I could.Things would be so much easier…
Either way, none of that is Luthor’s fault.
Grabbing onto the bars, I’m about to call out to him. But someone grabs me by the waist, meaty hand slapping over my mouth as I’m pulled away.
“What do you think you’re doing?” Officer Pedroia growls in my face when he puts me down. I purposely keep my mouth shut.I’m not supposed to speak, remember, asshole?He gives me a displeased look, shoving me up the row. “Move.Now.”
Still, I can’t stop myself from glancing back, wondering if I’ll ever get a chance to speak to my best friend again.
I just want to explain… So we can make it right.
I want him to know I don’t blame him for any of this. It’s not… him.
