Page 68 of Havoc
“Levi could probably help you get your stuff back from the motel,” Luna offers. “They might have a lost and found.”
“I doubt it. I don’t care about that stuff anyway. They’re just things.”
Growing up, possessions were a measure of success. Of importance. If my time with Titan taught me anything, it’s how little physical belongings matter. Now, the things that matter to me I hold in my heart or wear on my skin through memory-laced scars and ink.
“Well, I like the new outfit.” Luna’s gaze slides down my black T-shirt and dark-gray jeans. “Feels very you.”
“Dark and angry?” I grin, flipping my hair off my shoulder.
Luna laughs. “Downright lethal.”
“Two of my favorite people.” Soul pops out of nowhere, stopping at my other side.
“You say that to all women.” Luna rolls her eyes.
“I only mean it with you two.”
“I thought you said you left him at the clubhouse so you could study?” My eyebrows pinch.
“Rude.” Soul scoffs, pretending to be offended.
Luna ignores his reaction. “That was the plan, but he tagged along. At least here he’s distracted.”
As evidenced by the fact that Soul has already blocked out our conversation to focus on the girl on stage. When she bends backward, Soul’s head tilts with the movement as he watches her.
“She’s new.” He grins.
“Maybe you should try not to scare her off then,” Luna suggests.
Soul ignores her, bumping my elbow with his. “Want a water?”
“Levi’s taking me out to lunch after this.”
“How very domestic of you two.” Soul sighs. “Next thing we know, we’ll be adding another house to the property.”
A mix of emotions swirls at his comment. As much as I’d love to let myself sink into that thought, the plan was always to leave Vegas after saving my father.
“What about you?” I ask Soul, diverting the conversation away from me and Levi. “Levi said you’vegot a house in the neighborhood. Are you planning on settling down someday?”
He huffs, but beneath the dismissive frown, there’s something darker that flashes in his eyes. “Fuck no. That was my dad’s house. He passed it down to me when he died.”
“I’m sorry.”
“I’m not.” Soul’s jaw clenches. “I’m the one who put the bullet in his head.”
My back stiffens as I turn to look at him. It’s rare to find him not grinning or making jokes, so we haven’t really talked about anything serious. Until now.
His gaze meets mine, and I wonder if it’s his way of opening up just enough to let me know I’m not alone in battling demons.
“Did he deserve it?” It might be an inappropriate question, but Soul doesn’t flinch.
“He did.”
My gaze slides to Luna, who’s watching Soul as well, but she doesn’t look as surprised by the confession, so she might know more.
“Darts tonight?” Soul lifts off the bar, wiping the tension from his face.
“Only if you’re in the mood to lose.”
