Page 165 of Hexed
“I miss you too. I’m in New York…with Enzo.”
“Yeah…I heard about you and him.”
I’m speechless. He heard, and he didn’t immediately call and yell at me for not telling him myself?
“Is that why you’ve been avoiding me?” I ask, trying to make sense of things.
He clears his throat. “You mean, does it hurt to know my best friend is having this whole-assRomeo and Julietaffair and didn’t even bother to tell me? I had to find out from your cousin, who, by the way, is not handling it well.”
“Aria’s still there?”
“Yep.”
I wasn’t sure if she’d come back to New York or bide her time. It’s good if she stays, since it makes it easier to kill her and my uncle at the same time. Two birds, one stone, and all that.
“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you. I just…this was something I wanted to keep close to my chest, you know? It felt too new or something.”
His mouth twitches. “I’ll forgive you if you tell me one thing.”
“Anything,” I reply.
“Does he have a big dick?”
A grin spreads across my face. “Almosttoobig.”
He scoffs. “No such thing.”
“There is!” I argue, laughing. “Anything over nine inches is pushing it, and sometimes that’s too much. It will shove into your cervix, and it’spainful.”
“Ugh, whatever. So, what, you and him are together now, or…?”
“I don’t know what we are. He makes me feel…I think I—” My heart skips because of what I almost just said out loud. “Look, I can’t say much, but just hang on, okay?”
His brow arches. “What’s that mean?”
I chew on my lip, trying to figure out what I can tell him over the phone. “It means things are about to change…thingsarechanging, and when they do, I won’t just forget about you.”
“Changing where, exactly? Here? Or in New York?”
“Both,” I admit. “You just have to trust me. Can you do that?”
He runs a hand over his mouth and sighs. “I worry about you, Short Stack. But yeah… you know I’ve always got your back.”
“Good.” Relief flows through me. “And hey, stay away from my cousin, okay? There’s no good that comes from it.”
“Yeah, yeah.” He waves me off, and then his eyes flick beyond the camera, and he frowns. “Hey, I’ve gotta go. I’ll talk to you later, Short Stack. Love you.”
Click.
I stare at my phone for a few seconds, because what the hell? He hung up on me.
Tossing the cell on the table, I lean back and close my eyes, calming my mind and trying to center myself. I haven’t been able to meditate properly in weeks, ever since Enzo came into my life, and I feel like I’m losing my grasp on the delicate balance of my spirituality and reality.
Even now, I can’t get it together, the conversation with Fisher sending prickles of unease sprinkling along my skin like microneedles.
The elevator that opens directly into the foyer of the penthouse dings, the doors sliding wide.
I shoot up straight, everything in me going immediately on guard because I didn’t think anyone else could get in here without the elevator key to unlock this floor.
