going
—Laylen needs me.”
“I’m going to see if I can go get a hold of Stasha and let her know we’re coming,” Aislin talked over us. She opened her phone and stepped into the hallway.
“You shouldn’t go.” Alex’s voice was less demanding and more begging.
“I need to,” I told him. “Laylen needs me, and this is all my fault anyway.”
“She won’t like you being there,” he mumbled, frustrated.
“Who? Stasha?” I asked curiously. “Why?”
“Because…she just won’t.” He was looking at me strangely.
The sly look on Nicholas’ face meant he was about to say something unpleasant. “He doesn’t want you there because he’s afraid Stasha will try to kill you.”
“But I haven’t done anything to her,” I grimaced.
“Oh, but you have.” He patted Alex on the back. “This one right here broke her heart.”
Alex smacked his arm away and his eyes lit up with fury.
“Keep your mouth shut.”
“Yeah, well, his breaking her heart has nothing to do with me,” I told Nicholas. “I wasn’t even there.”
“Oh but it does have to do with you.” There was a mischievous sparkle in the faeries golden eyes. “Like I said, Stasha was madly in love with him.”
“Shut the hell up,” Alex growled, clenching his hand into fists.
But Nicholas continued on unbothered. “But since he is emotionally hollow, he broke her heart of course.”
“Of course.” I rolled my eyes at him, because he was being annoying. Well, a little annoying. I had to admit it did make me feel slightly better that Alex broke her heart, not the other way around. “But that doesn’t explain why she’ll want to kill me. I didn’t make him break her heart.”
“She’ll want to kill you because she’ll see how you two look at one another.” He smirked. “Your desire for each other is ridiculously obvious.”
Why, oh why, did Nicholas get a sick twisted pleasure on making things awkward? I mean, was it a faerie thing? Or was it just him. I shifted uncomfortably and so did Alex.
“No, it’s not,” I tried to assure Nicholas, but my voice failed me.
“Yes it is—it shows in your eyes.” He touched the corner of my eye with his finger and I flinched back.
“Don’t touch her ever again,” Alex said, getting in his face.
“Alright, let’s just stop,” I said, deciding to be the peace maker. “Now I understand your concern,” I told Alex. “About your ex-girlfriend wanting to kill me or whatever, but I’m sure I’ll be fine.”
Alex opened his mouth to protest, and I questioned if there was some other reason he didn’t want me to go.
Those other reasons ate away at my insides.
“I think she should go with us,” Aislin said from the hallway.
Daggers shot from Alex’s bright green eyes. “Well, no one asked for your opinion.”
“And no one asked for yours,” she snapped, shutting her cell phone. “You can go. You’re right—Laylen needs you.” She paused, looking pained. “You seem to understand him better than anyone…and he trusts you.”
It hurt her to say it, and I realized Aislin wasn’t that bad.
Sure, she has done some things in her past that weren’t that great, but, like Alex, she probably was under the control of her father.
“So, we should get going.” Aislin grabbed the car keys from off the desk. “Stasha didn’t answer her phone, so we’re just going to have to surprise them.”
“Wait? What about my mom?” I asked. “She’ll wonder where we are.”
“We’ll leave her a note,” Aislin said quickly. “Besides, I think she needed to go somewhere—to the store. She was going to the store to pick up some food.” Okay…she was acting weird. I pointed a finger at Nicholas. “Well, what are we going to do with him?” Alex rubbed his jawline as he deliberated this. “We could tie him back up in the garage.”
“Oh, that would be nice,” I said, crossing my arms. “My mom showing up and finding him tied up in the garage.” I paused.
—Laylen needs me.”
“I’m going to see if I can go get a hold of Stasha and let her know we’re coming,” Aislin talked over us. She opened her phone and stepped into the hallway.
“You shouldn’t go.” Alex’s voice was less demanding and more begging.
“I need to,” I told him. “Laylen needs me, and this is all my fault anyway.”
“She won’t like you being there,” he mumbled, frustrated.
“Who? Stasha?” I asked curiously. “Why?”
“Because…she just won’t.” He was looking at me strangely.
The sly look on Nicholas’ face meant he was about to say something unpleasant. “He doesn’t want you there because he’s afraid Stasha will try to kill you.”
“But I haven’t done anything to her,” I grimaced.
“Oh, but you have.” He patted Alex on the back. “This one right here broke her heart.”
Alex smacked his arm away and his eyes lit up with fury.
“Keep your mouth shut.”
“Yeah, well, his breaking her heart has nothing to do with me,” I told Nicholas. “I wasn’t even there.”
“Oh but it does have to do with you.” There was a mischievous sparkle in the faeries golden eyes. “Like I said, Stasha was madly in love with him.”
“Shut the hell up,” Alex growled, clenching his hand into fists.
But Nicholas continued on unbothered. “But since he is emotionally hollow, he broke her heart of course.”
“Of course.” I rolled my eyes at him, because he was being annoying. Well, a little annoying. I had to admit it did make me feel slightly better that Alex broke her heart, not the other way around. “But that doesn’t explain why she’ll want to kill me. I didn’t make him break her heart.”
“She’ll want to kill you because she’ll see how you two look at one another.” He smirked. “Your desire for each other is ridiculously obvious.”
Why, oh why, did Nicholas get a sick twisted pleasure on making things awkward? I mean, was it a faerie thing? Or was it just him. I shifted uncomfortably and so did Alex.
“No, it’s not,” I tried to assure Nicholas, but my voice failed me.
“Yes it is—it shows in your eyes.” He touched the corner of my eye with his finger and I flinched back.
“Don’t touch her ever again,” Alex said, getting in his face.
“Alright, let’s just stop,” I said, deciding to be the peace maker. “Now I understand your concern,” I told Alex. “About your ex-girlfriend wanting to kill me or whatever, but I’m sure I’ll be fine.”
Alex opened his mouth to protest, and I questioned if there was some other reason he didn’t want me to go.
Those other reasons ate away at my insides.
“I think she should go with us,” Aislin said from the hallway.
Daggers shot from Alex’s bright green eyes. “Well, no one asked for your opinion.”
“And no one asked for yours,” she snapped, shutting her cell phone. “You can go. You’re right—Laylen needs you.” She paused, looking pained. “You seem to understand him better than anyone…and he trusts you.”
It hurt her to say it, and I realized Aislin wasn’t that bad.
Sure, she has done some things in her past that weren’t that great, but, like Alex, she probably was under the control of her father.
“So, we should get going.” Aislin grabbed the car keys from off the desk. “Stasha didn’t answer her phone, so we’re just going to have to surprise them.”
“Wait? What about my mom?” I asked. “She’ll wonder where we are.”
“We’ll leave her a note,” Aislin said quickly. “Besides, I think she needed to go somewhere—to the store. She was going to the store to pick up some food.” Okay…she was acting weird. I pointed a finger at Nicholas. “Well, what are we going to do with him?” Alex rubbed his jawline as he deliberated this. “We could tie him back up in the garage.”
“Oh, that would be nice,” I said, crossing my arms. “My mom showing up and finding him tied up in the garage.” I paused.
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