Page 77 of Signed, I'm Yours!
Annie and Lily coo in unison.
“But, well, not a villain,” Jack continues, ignoring them.
“I beg to differ.”
“You can beg all you want. You’re still not a villain.”
I grimace.
“I guess breaking and entering, stealing, and taking you captive are not villain things then.”
Jack rolls his eyes.
“First of all, you didn’t break and enter. You signed and entered. You don’t steal. You borrow.”
“Pftt. You don’t even know what you’re talking about.”
“And you didn’t take me captive. You tried to get rid of me. It’s not your fault you didn’t know what would happen if you signed me.”
Sure, he has a point with the last one, but still…
“Fine,” I concede. Not because he’s right, but because we have far more pressing issues breaking my house out there.
“Will someone please explain what the hell is going on?” Zeke asks.
Jack gives my hands a squeeze and turns to stand by my side while I give them the CliffsNotes.
“Unbelievable,” Robin says.
“I knew there was something off about you, Jack-Jack. I knew you wouldn’t keep a new relationship secret. Especially a gay one!” Zeke says.
“And now you’re going to kill us, aren’t you?” Brandon asks.
“What? No. Of course not. I’m not a murderer, Brandon.” I try to reach out for him, but he pulls back into Zeke’s arms. “I’m sorry. I really am. I never meant for you guys to get involved. But my power got out of hand as did my tongue?—”
“That doesn’t sound like much of an apology,” Zeke says. He really is the Alpha protector of the group, isn’t he?
I would have thought Jack would be it, but I guess his power might make him a little more gullible than was ideal.
“You’re right. Whatever the reason, it doesn’t excuse what I did. I’m sorry. Truly. I really like you guys, and I hate that I lied to you, especially that I made Jack lie to you.”
I know it’s not very supervillain of me to apologize like this, but in all fairness, Jack and his friends don’t deserve to be played like that. Besides, my usual victims are other supervillains and terrible rich people. These people are more than deserving of an apology, and it’s well within their rights to reject it.
“He really means it, you guys,” Annie says. “His aura is all pink and cute now.”
I frown.
“Hasn’t my aura always been pink?” I live and breathe the color. One would think my aura would be it too.
“Nope. It’s been all over the place. Yellow, which usually means you’re stressed. Dark red, which is angry. Lighter red, which is dedication and passion, and a little bit of black, which is…”
“Villainous!” I say.
“Depressed,” Annie corrects me and I pout.
I’m not depressed. How dare she?
“What is pink then?” Jack asks.
