“Wrong door.”
“Don’t be like that,” she croons, fluttering her fake lashes. “I’m trying to be nice. I need to talk to all three of you.”
Silas steps into view at my side, opening the door a little further. “About what?”
Her eyes flick past us, scanning the loft like she expects to see the person she came to reclaim.
“Jace isn’t here,” I say, my tone flippant.
Her smile tightens at the corners of her lips. “But he’s coming back.”
“He’s not coming back for you.”
“You’re not even going to ask what I want?” she simpers, false pleasantries so sickly sweet I want to gag.
Silas moves closer now, just to make her uncomfortable. “We don’t care.”
“You used to.” She tilts her head, studying us like a prize she refuses to believe she’s lost. “Before your new toy showed up.”
Animosity vibrates off Silas in a physical wave of violence. The temperature around us drops.
I meet her eyes. “Careful.”
“Why?” she asks lightly. “You don’t honestly believe you can love anyone else. You know how this ends.”
“Yes. We do.” Silas’s voice is flat as glass. “It sounds like you believe they loved you, which is an interesting take on the relationship the three of you had.”
She laughs softly, but not out of amusement.
She’s convinced herself of how this story ends.
Obsession has a funny way of showing up when you least want it.
I see it clearly now.
She isn’t here for Jace.
She’s here because Eris exists in our orbit.
And that makes her just as dangerous as the piece of shit painting a shrine on our girl’s walls.
I don’t wait for her to say anything more before I slam the door in her face and turn the deadbolt as loudly as possible.
Silas and I move toward the kitchen on autopilot. Eris and Jace will pull up any moment now, and I want to be ready and waiting by the garage door.
“She’s watching us,” I murmur, though there’s no reason to whisper.
“Yes.”
“And Eris.”
“Yep.”
My phone buzzes again. Jace has just remotely opened the garage door.
They’re here.
Home.
