Page 97 of My Revenant
I yanked away from him, frantically wiping at the blood that was now smeared over my face. “Your blood is fucking everywhere!” I told him, and he smiled.
“Allegedly.”
“What does that mean?”
“It means don’t worry about me.”
“You… you just killed three people…”
“Allegedly.”
“I just fucking saw you do it!”
Henrik fucking laughed. “What did you think? We could just walk out, and they wouldn’t come for us afterward? Now they can’t. You got what you wanted, and now…” He gestured to the bodies. “Now they can’t take anything else. No? It’s a good thing.”
A good thing. I looked at Mason’s body, face down on the concrete. Endless red seeped out of him.
“Do… do we need to… hide the bodies?” I asked, my mind trying and failing to just fuckingthink.
“No,” Henrik said simply. “I’ll handle it.”
“What if people find them?”
“I said I’ll handle it.”
It was too much. Too much to process. Because of a decision I had made, three people were now dead.
But it wasn’t my fault, was it? Not really. I might have stabbed Mason, butIwasn’t the one to kill him. And he had been threatening Dex. If he hadn’t been stopped, he would have hurt him again or worse. There was no other way. Henrik killed him. He had to. This… this was a good thing.
thirty-six
Dex - Past
TREASURE AND INK.
I was late home from work again. Roy hadn’t mentioned the time I’d taken off, but I felt his eyes on me more than usual throughout the day. It was his way of checking in. The grumpy bastard cared and didn’t know how to show that, but I appreciated it all the same. I was honestly okay. Better than I had been in a long time.
Letting Jonah see that part of me no one ever had before had just entwined our lives deeper. He was under my skin, deeper than my bones, in parts of me no light could reach but his. I hated being apart from him, even for work. I wanted him with me always. Wanted to know what he was doing, what he was feeling.
After my shift, I’d done more work on Jonah’s car. It was almost ready for him. I’d also ordered what I needed to modify Delilah to carry a passenger more comfortably. Those parts would arrive soon too, and between the bike and the car, there was no reason we’d have to go anywhere separately again, and Jonah wouldn’t have to stress his leg as much as he did.
I’d sent him a text on my lunch break, asking what he was up to, but he hadn’t responded. Knowing him, he might have been giving me the silent treatment for needing to leave him to go to work.
The house was dark when I arrived home, and the thought that he wasn’t here waiting for me felt even darker. I made my way inside, deciding to check that he wasn’t sleeping in my bed or something before I went out to hunt him down and bring him home.
The shower was running upstairs, and I breathed a sigh of relief, taking the stairs two at a time to get to the bathroom. I was surprised to find it dark as well.
“Rabbit?” I called out cautiously.
“Yeah?” Jonah answered softly.
“Why are you showering in the dark, baby?”
“I just… didn’t want to see it.”
I wondered if he meant his scars. I knew he hated when I paid any attention to them at all, but some days were worse for him than others. “Can I turn the light on?”
“You won’t like it.”
