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I turn my head and stare at her.
“I’m covered in your blood and vomit. Do you think I would have messed up my clothes if I didn’t fucking care about you? I’m not going anywhere, fucker, so you can’t either. Got it?”
“I’m not going anywhere, but you should. You should run as far away from me as you can get.”
“Not a chance, boo. You and me, there’s a kinship here. I don’t understand it, but I feel closer to you than the friends I’ve had since I was a child. Don’t fucking leave me.”
Tears spill out of her eyes, and I choke back the ugly sob, sinking further into my bed.
“I feel it, too,” I mumble.
“Is this about Logan?”
Throwing the covers back and sitting upright, ignoring my spinning head, I shake it vehemently, bringing my aching arm up to place my finger on my lips.
She frowns and looks over her shoulder.
“When he’s gone, we’ll talk,” I whisper.
“I’ll tell him you’re still asleep, see if he’ll go away if that’s what you want.”
I nod and sink back into the soft pillows.
She disappears and returns shortly. “He’s going, but he said he’d be back to check on you in an hour. He’s pissed.”
Ignoring her comment about Quen, I ask, instead, “How did you know where I live?”
She chews her lip. “Don’t kill me…err, bad choice of words,” she mutters. “I went to Logan.”
“Went to? You know where he lives?” The jealousy that slices through me is more painful than the knife was through my flesh.
“I live underneath him by three floors.”
“You're his neighbor?”
“Of sorts. It’s my parents' apartment, they pay for it. I like it; I’m not leaving it, so fuck it, if they want to keep paying, I’ll keep living there.”
“I’m starting to wish I’d stayed at my parent’s house,” I moan more to myself than her.
“Do you think you can drink some water?”
My stomach churns at the thought, but my disgusting mouth wins out, so I nod. She comes closer. The sight of her clothes in the light from the window is too much for me. I curl up in a ball under the covers and cry my heart out, wishing for the one man in the world I want to comfort me but who never wanted me in the first place.
It just makes me sob harder.
Chapter24
Logan
Watching Isaac slicing a green apple with a big-ass hunting knife is cathartic. He’s meticulous. Each slice is the same width and perfectly executed. He could gut you without getting a single drop of blood on him.
Since the one word he spoke when he told me to sit, he has been silent.
“How do you know Rue?” I ask to break it and see if I can engage him in a conversation that will distract me from worrying about Serena. I don’t know anything, and panicking when I need to keep my head straight is of no use to her or me.
“Who?”
“The firecracker who took Quentin away.”
