He couldn’t have heard that right. There was just absolutely no way. After all of the fights, all of the pain, the loss, he had to be losing what little sanity he had left. His head lifted, the chain still heavy around his neck, feline eyes aching to believe those words.
“And there were kids in mine,” he snapped, which is not something he wants to think about, not something she needs to know about, but the he’s too angry to care. Angry at her, angrier at himself. “I’m not making any promises, but maybe it would be wise to get a fucking head start.”
“And my family never did anything to yours. My grandmother would rather we die than go dark!” She took a step closer to him, refusing to leave. “If I’m going to die because of you than at least be man enough to fucking do it yourself. If I die, I’m not bringing anyone else down with me. Either you do it your damn self or don’t do it at all because I swear to every fucking god that ever was, I will fucking haunt you, Wilder.”
I’m home. I’m sad. Distract me?
At a grad party and drinking. Not sure if I’ll be on when I get home cuz booze makes me tired.
He recoiled at that information, an instinctive reaction stronger than he meant for it to be, but the idea that she’d used any magic on him at all was deeply unsettling. “Jesus Christ, Colette, just get out.”
“Not without your word that you won’t send someone after me. There are kids in my family, Wilder. Kids I am not willing to risk because you have some bug up your ass over shit I don’t get to have a say in.” There was just no possible way she could leave and go home if it meant she was being tracked.
