“But then when I think about it, really think about it, letting him go.”Romeo ground his teeth.“The thought of someone else swooping in, trying to play hero and taking him away for good,” he shook his head.“I can’t stand it.It fills me with a rage I struggle to contain.”
Dean’s gaze flicked over Romeo’s physique, taking him in.His Adam’s apple thudded.
“I think,” Dean said slowly.“You’ve got to respect his wishes, and accept you weren’t meant to be.”
“Maybe you’re right,” Romeo exhaled a long breath.“It’s therightthing to do, isn’t it?”
“Yes.”
“And what do I do in the meantime?”he gestured to the mostly empty club.“Come to places like this, drink, dance, distract myself.”
“You do whatever you need to do to get through it.”
Romeo smiled.“You give good advice.”
Dean grinned.The tension that had been steadily mounting between them dissipated.
“Well,” Dean dusted his knuckles on his t-shirt.“I do try.”
“But you’re going to regret it.”
Romeo snatched his beer off the bar, and retreated to one of the uncomfortable looking benches, gaze never leaving Dean.
Dean watched him back until the snap of impatient fingers pulled his focus away, and the club, minute by minute got busier until there were too many bodies between them for Romeo to continue his stare.
****
He doesn’t deserveto die.
They were Chad’s words about Dean.
Romeo heard them more and more each pint he drank.
In his head, Romeo replied.
No onedeservesto die.That wasn’t how life and death worked.It wasn’t a case of being deserving of a life or not deserving of a death.
The Chad in his mind rolled his eyes.
Romeo lowered his gaze.
He missed him.He missed him so much he thought the loss might tear him in two.If that happened, the monster would escape completely, and all the party goers around him would be in danger.
He shook his head.
Killing Dean would help, he was sure of it.
The lights dimmed, and the volume of the music increased as the hours passed.
Goddess heaved with people, and Romeo had retreated to the back wall, leaning against it as he took in the club.
Dean was too distracted to think about him anymore.The queue never thinned out in front of him, and he was constantly leaning over the bar to catch the order of whoever was waiting to be served.
Dean was on his list, but he’d not actively sought to kill him.Fate had dropped him in Romeo’s path.Romeo didn’t worry himself over semantics like whether Dean ‘deserved’ it or not.All he knew was he was going to enjoy it that little bit more knowing it was him.
This wasn’t waiting at the side of the road for the right opportunity to present itself.
He’d chosen his victim already, and there was something new and exciting about that.
