Page 25 of All My Witches
“That’s not part of the mission.” Eden was firm. “What do you have? Do you have the information we need to bring downFerrigno?”
“Um … no.” Landon shook his head. “I’m working on it, though. I hope to have the informationshortly.”
“You have to workfaster.”
“I’m working as fast as Ican.”
“It’s not fast enough.” Eden adopted a pouty expression as she sidled closer. “I miss you, lover. I cry myself to sleep every night that you’re not next tome.”
“Oh, my … Goddess.” I thought my head might implode. “She’s yourgirlfriend!”
“She’s not my girlfriend,” Landonprotested.
“That’s right,” Eden confirmed. “We live together. We’re supposed to be getting married in a few months. We’re going to live happily ever after. I’m hisfiancée.”
My stomach twisted. “Yeah, because that makes itbetter.”
“Hey, you’re married,” Landon reminded me. “Why wouldn’t I have a girlfriend in this …cesspool?”
“Because you’re supposed to be in love withme.”
“This is a fake world!” Landon exploded, his temper getting the better of him. “I can’t control how Aunt Tillie wrote it. It’s not as if I’ve really been cheating onyou.”
“What is going on here?” Eden planted her hands on her hips as her eyes bounced between us. “Is there something you want to tell me,Jericho?”
Landon nodded without hesitation. “Yes. Jericho is a stupidname.”
“And?”
“And … um … I think we should stop seeing each other.” Landon was clearly trying to appease me, but Eden didn’t take it well. Instead she slapped him hard across the face, causing him to reel back. He wasn’t even minimally recovered when she attacked a second time and threw a drink at him, the liquid splashing across his handsome features. “Hey!”
“Where did she get the drink?” Clove asked. “Did anyone see her carrying adrink?”
Thistle shook her head. “No, but throwing drinks is a soap staple. It doesn’t really surpriseme.”
Eden moved to slap Landon again, but he caught her wrist before shecould.
“Don’t do that,” Landonwarned.
“Hey, my phone is ringing.” Sam lost interest in the scene playing out in front of us and dug for his phone. “Should I answerit?”
Marcus nodded. “It’s probably part of thestory.”
“Okay.” Sam pressed the phone to his ear. “Hello?”
“You can’t leave me,” Eden screeched. “We’re destined to be together. I will kill anyone who tries to get betweenus.”
“Yeah, that sounds healthy,” Landon deadpanned. “I really don’t care. I think we need to take abreak.”
“Oh, of course you do,” Eden sneered. “I know you’ve been running around behind my back. I assumed you were doing it because you had no choice, you had to or risk being found out and ultimately killed for your betrayal of Ferrigno. I guess I know better now, don’tI?”
“I guess you do.” Landon was blasé … right up to the point when Eden wrenched her wrist free and grabbed the front of his shirt. With an ease that shouldn’t have been possible given my knowledge of fabric and seams, she ripped Landon’s shirt from his chest, leaving behind only two sleeves and a baffled look on his face. “Whatthe… ?”
“This is your doing,” Eden hissed, rubbing the remnants of the shirt over her face as her eyes turned crazy and dangerous. “You’ll rue the day you broke myheart!”
Landon was over the drama. “Give me back myshirt.”
“No!” Eden continued rubbing it against her cheek. “It’s all I have to remember you by. I won’t forget any of this. You’ve broken me, wrecked me. You set off a bomb in my heart and now that it has exploded there are too many pieces to pickup.”
