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I’m still confused, but I’m tired of discussing my issues. Tired of the self-pity party that still rears up unexpectedly. I’d rather focus on anyone else.
"You’re sort of pissy with him," I note cautiously.
"I guess I don't like the guy." Onyx shrugs. "Anymore."
If he can butt into my personal business, I can do the same. Besides, I want to help. "I heard you used to be super close. And then he kind of went to do his own thing. I'm sorry, that sucks."
Onyx rolls his eyes. "Doesn't anyone keep their mouth shut around here?"
"Sorry, it kind of came up."
"He's the one missing out. I'm fucking delightful." He grins, confident as ever. "I've still got Marigold, and my brother, and now you."
He draws me to him, wrapping me in a hug. He makes me feel safe. I wrap my arms around his waist.
In my ear, he whispers, "Should I make a move now?"
I pull away and slap his chest playfully.
"Don’t go!"
"Why don't you get back to work?" I huff in exasperation, smothering my smirk. He doesn’t need the ego boost.
"Probably should. But this is more fun."
He scoops up the basket.
"I'm going to go find a shady place to read. You go do whatever you're supposed to be doing, and I'll see you at dinner."
"You're abandoning me." He's so dramatic.
"Weirdo." I chuckle, walking away.
7. Tension & the Truth
Hazel
Dinner conversation is light and the twins head off to help their mother prep tomorrow's baking. Marigold agreed to babysit earlier, so that leaves me and Slate. He’s still avoiding me and he disappears as soon as he can. I decide to call it a night early.
Getting ready for bed, I carefully peel off the bandage and wash my tattoo. Gingerly, I pat it dry and smooth on the gel he gave me. Despite how the evening ended, I love the little line of moons. It makes me feel more like myself.
To be safe, I set an alarm to get up in time to talk to my uncle. Otherwise, I won't see him until dinner, and even then, it's hit or miss. He likes to move between tables, talking with everyone.
Luckily, I'm early enough to catch him this morning.
"Good morning!" I reach for my customary croissant and am disappointed. Today it's muffins.
"You're up early, Hazelnut." He sips his coffee, ignoring my pout over the baked goods.
"I guess I'm all caught up on sleep."
He sets his phone down. "Good. I'm glad you're resting up."
"I wanted to talk to you," I blurt, picking at my muffin. Littlecrumbs accumulate on the plate.
"What's up?" His attention is a pressure filling the room. Stifling me.
"I've been thinking. You know, it's wonderful here. I had no idea you had this whole little community here. I guess I always thought you lived alone in the woods." I'm rambling.
