Because what the fuck.
Girlfriend?
Girlfriend?
My stomach twists so hard it feels like it might rip itself in half.
As if.
Nathaniel is the first to react. His lips curve into a slow, easy smile, the kind of effortless charm that could talk someone down from a ledge or convince them the sky is green.
“Oh, she’s not jealous,” he murmurs smoothly. “She just worries too much.”
Talon snorts. “Understatement.”
Cassian doesn’t say a word. His dark eyes just bore into me, watching.
I want to scream. I don’t even remember the last time I was this shaken. Pissed. Feral.
I should shut this down. Immediately. But if I do, what then? What do I say?
Actually, I’m an entity of death who was here to ferry your soul to the afterlife, but these guys just rewrote the laws of the universe, so you probably should’ve stayed dead?
So I just… stand there.
Like an idiot.
Like a jealous girlfriend watching her boyfriend flirt with the half-drowned chick he just rescued.
God.
The pull, which had been screaming through me moments ago, is now dead silent. Like it’s sulking. Like even it doesn’t know what the fuck is happening anymore.
The girl lets out a nervous chuckle, her cheeks tinting pink. “Oh. I didn’t mean to... um, overstep.”
“You didn’t,” Nathaniel assures her. “She’s just protective. It’s sweet, really.”
Pain caws sharply from his perch, ruffling his feathers like it, too, is personally offended by the entire situation.
Nathaniel smirks, catching my expression.
Talon looks downrightdelighted.
At least Cassian looks like he wants to get the hell out of here just as much as I do. If I had the option, I’d just phase through the floor like a dramatic little ghost bitch and vanish. But no—this girl would definitely see it, probably scream, maybe faint, and suddenly, the guys would be prime suspects for whatever horror-movie scenario she’s been through. Then they’d get arrested, and my ex-husband would continue breathing.
Absolutely not.
Luckily, the girl seems too exhausted to care anymore. She slumps back against the tile, eyes fluttering shut.
The sirens are getting closer.
“Ambulance is close,” Talon announces, standing up and stretching, his leather jacket creaking. “We should probably go before we have to explain ourselves.”
Nathaniel nods, rising to his feet in one smooth motion. “Agreed.”
Cassian follows without a word.
Me? I’m already four steps ahead of them.
