mad? I’d been trying to look on the bright side. Okay, yeah, I was now broken up with Jackson beyond all reconciliation, a murderer, and a fugitive from a zombie horde.
But . . . I’d remembered a lot about the Arcana game, I’d saved three—well, two—girls’ lives and maybe others who would’ve fallen into Arthur’s trap. And I’d learned to control my powers.
It was a wash. Yet then I recalled how Finn had looked out forMatthew over the last two days. “I accept your apology, Finn. Just don’t pull a stunt like that again.”
Farther ahead, Jackson was taking a breather, drinking from his canteen. He gazed back down the mountain. God, he was so tall and proud. So strong. His rugged features were sigh-worthy.
We were this close, and still I missed him.
Finn caught my gaze. “I know things seem rough with him right now, but he’ll come around. He went nuts when you were missing.”
“He has a temper.” Which wasn’t surprising, considering his tragic background.
“No, Evie. He was . . . frantic, out of control. I’m talking Hulk-smash on ye olde cabin. When he realized our lack of transportation was the sole thing keeping him from you, he stormed back into that militia’s camp, striding into a hail of bullets. Dude didn’t duck, didn’t sidestep, just rolled in, killed, took that jeep.”
My lips parted as I stared up at Jackson in amazement.
“He loves you,” Finn insisted.
As if he could sense he was the subject of our discussion, Jack cast me a derisive look over his shoulder, then marched on.
“Clearly.”
“He does. The reason he didn’t have his bug-out bag last night was because he wasn’t thinking about his own survival—only yours.”
I glanced at Matthew, who gave me a short nod: That’s true .
“He just needs some time to get used to the idea of you with powers.” Finn tilted his head, taking in my face—which I knew was bright red from exertion and streaked with remains. “His girlfriend went from bunny to viper. From hot piece of ass to smokin’ monsteress.”
I raised my brows. “Smokin’? I was repulsive.”
Finn helped me over a log. “When you turned all Eviezilla, I had a boner the size of . . . well, something large and boner-shaped.”
My cheeks heated even more, but I didn’t put too much stock in what Finn said. He wasn’t exactly discriminating with girls. “Well, Jackson didn’t think so. He’s written me off. He’s got this intense senseof curiosity. He’s wicked intelligent, and he loves to solve puzzles, to dig at secrets. Yet he hasn’t asked a single question about us, about me? It’s because we’re not going to be a part of his life for much longer.”
I paused, catching my breath somewhat. One thing I had to know . . . “What were you thinking when you deceived Selena that night? Was it worth it for one kiss?”
Finn raked his fingers through his hair. “Hell no. I was way out of bounds.”
“You think? You can’t treat girls that way.”
“I know, I know. But sometimes I feel forced to trick others.”
Matthew piped up: “In his blood.”
Finn nodded eagerly. “The more I use my illusions, the more I need to. I get antsy if I don’t. That was one of the reasons I was deported from SoCal to South Carolina to live with the redneck cuzzes—because of the pranks on my parents.”
“Like what?”
“My mom freaked when she woke up with a pink faux-hawk the day of a society dinner. My dad, weirdly, didn’t think it was funny to see a clown with a bloody ax in our pool house. They didn’t know for certain that it was me, but they knew something was going on and couldn’t handle it. But still, I couldn’t make myself stop. It’s like a compulsion.”
I flashed him a startled look. “The more I use my powers . . .” I trailed off.
“The more you want to kill us,” Finn finished for me.
As Matthew always did, I shrugged. But this conversation made me wonder: would Matthew gain clarity if he could
But . . . I’d remembered a lot about the Arcana game, I’d saved three—well, two—girls’ lives and maybe others who would’ve fallen into Arthur’s trap. And I’d learned to control my powers.
It was a wash. Yet then I recalled how Finn had looked out forMatthew over the last two days. “I accept your apology, Finn. Just don’t pull a stunt like that again.”
Farther ahead, Jackson was taking a breather, drinking from his canteen. He gazed back down the mountain. God, he was so tall and proud. So strong. His rugged features were sigh-worthy.
We were this close, and still I missed him.
Finn caught my gaze. “I know things seem rough with him right now, but he’ll come around. He went nuts when you were missing.”
“He has a temper.” Which wasn’t surprising, considering his tragic background.
“No, Evie. He was . . . frantic, out of control. I’m talking Hulk-smash on ye olde cabin. When he realized our lack of transportation was the sole thing keeping him from you, he stormed back into that militia’s camp, striding into a hail of bullets. Dude didn’t duck, didn’t sidestep, just rolled in, killed, took that jeep.”
My lips parted as I stared up at Jackson in amazement.
“He loves you,” Finn insisted.
As if he could sense he was the subject of our discussion, Jack cast me a derisive look over his shoulder, then marched on.
“Clearly.”
“He does. The reason he didn’t have his bug-out bag last night was because he wasn’t thinking about his own survival—only yours.”
I glanced at Matthew, who gave me a short nod: That’s true .
“He just needs some time to get used to the idea of you with powers.” Finn tilted his head, taking in my face—which I knew was bright red from exertion and streaked with remains. “His girlfriend went from bunny to viper. From hot piece of ass to smokin’ monsteress.”
I raised my brows. “Smokin’? I was repulsive.”
Finn helped me over a log. “When you turned all Eviezilla, I had a boner the size of . . . well, something large and boner-shaped.”
My cheeks heated even more, but I didn’t put too much stock in what Finn said. He wasn’t exactly discriminating with girls. “Well, Jackson didn’t think so. He’s written me off. He’s got this intense senseof curiosity. He’s wicked intelligent, and he loves to solve puzzles, to dig at secrets. Yet he hasn’t asked a single question about us, about me? It’s because we’re not going to be a part of his life for much longer.”
I paused, catching my breath somewhat. One thing I had to know . . . “What were you thinking when you deceived Selena that night? Was it worth it for one kiss?”
Finn raked his fingers through his hair. “Hell no. I was way out of bounds.”
“You think? You can’t treat girls that way.”
“I know, I know. But sometimes I feel forced to trick others.”
Matthew piped up: “In his blood.”
Finn nodded eagerly. “The more I use my illusions, the more I need to. I get antsy if I don’t. That was one of the reasons I was deported from SoCal to South Carolina to live with the redneck cuzzes—because of the pranks on my parents.”
“Like what?”
“My mom freaked when she woke up with a pink faux-hawk the day of a society dinner. My dad, weirdly, didn’t think it was funny to see a clown with a bloody ax in our pool house. They didn’t know for certain that it was me, but they knew something was going on and couldn’t handle it. But still, I couldn’t make myself stop. It’s like a compulsion.”
I flashed him a startled look. “The more I use my powers . . .” I trailed off.
“The more you want to kill us,” Finn finished for me.
As Matthew always did, I shrugged. But this conversation made me wonder: would Matthew gain clarity if he could
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