It depends on the situation, I guess.
Could I fucking blame her for shooting Judah after he tried to strangle her?
No.
Did I want to think she murdered him?
Fuck no.
My brother was the only thing I had in this world that wasn’t fucked up. He promised me plans and a bright future.
And all I got was his disappearance and an alleged murder with no evidence.
Hence, my denial.
Scooting a bit closer to Bay, I whisper, “Ozzy’s getting you pizza, Wildfire. I need you to eat for me.”
Her head turns toward her pillow, hiding herself from my words and the action of doing what I just asked.
She can do whatever she wants.
I’ll hand-feed her if I need to.
“I have something for you.” I receive nothing in response to that, which I knew was going to happen. “But only if you take a few bites of?—”
“Fuck off,” she groans into her pillow, causing my lips to coil upward a bit as I continue running my digits through her hair.
I don’t push back right away, giving her a bit of relief when I finally bait her in.
“I think you’ll like it, Wildfire.”
“I’d like it if you wentaway.”
“Then I wouldn’t be able to give you your gift?—”
Bay suddenly turns on her back, eyes blazing with heated annoyance.
“What the hell do you want from me? Why are you in my bed? Why are you afreakof nature?”
I smile. “That’s the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me.”
“Leave,Torin,” she clips out through gritted teeth. “I don’t need a babysitter. I can drink and eat on my own.”
“But you’re not doing it. And the doctor said?—”
“Out.”
Stubborn-ass little vixen.
Lifting my shoulders, I roll off her mattress, missing the warmth of her body against mine when I nonchalantly begin to walk out of her room. “I was hoping you’d come with me?—”
“I’m not going with you anywhere?—”
“To put your plan with De Leon in action.”
“Wait.”
There she is…
