Preferably Estelle.
Right into the lake.
“I’m going to go sit in my garden.” I sound like a fucking demon myself. “Apologize. Leave. Trust fund.”
I turn on my heel and stride off my driveway and toward the back of my house, but I don’t make it four steps before Hannah’s in my way.
Jesus fucking Christ.“Move.”
Her brown eyes waver, and she visibly swallows. “Oh God, Dylan, don’t—”
“Go home. You’re married with a baby on the way. I amnotyour project anymore.”
Your project.
I was Hannah’s project. I was. I was a habit. A project. And then she was done with me.
Then I was Tavi’s project.
But Tavi—
Tavi makes me okay.Allof me.
Not because I’m her project but because shegetsit. She’s everything that’s ever been missing in my life.
And I hope—I hope—that I’m everything she needs to complete hers.
I turn and point at Phoebe.
Teague’s arrived too. He growls at me.
I growl right back, then point at Phoebe again. “You. With me. Be useful.”
Teague growls once more.
And I don’t care.
I don’t fucking care.
I need to get to Tavi, and I will take advantage of every resource at my disposal to find her.Now.
Chapter 37
Tavi
There are people here, but I don’t know who they are, because my ears are crossed.
Happens in mornings sometimes. It’s like my eyes being crossed, except with my ears.
Also?
I hate that I still hate mornings in Costa Rica.
But.But.
I imploded my life, so I don’t have to get up, ever again, no matter what the voices say. I can sleep fordays. That almost makes me smile as I roll over in bed and come nose to fur with Pebbles.
“Mmphle,”I murmur into her tiny little body. She squirms and licks my face.
