I gesture for him to come in, closing the door behind him.
“Listen…” He starts off, but Walker punches him straight across the face.
“Okay, alright. I deserved that.” Emmet says as Walker flexes his fist. “I just wanted to make sure you were alright.” He says to me, as he clutches his face.
I fold my arms over my chest. “Thanks, I’m fine.” I bite out with a clipped tone.
He searches my face, but I avert my eyes, not ready to let him see how jumbled my feelings are right now.
“I need some time, Emmet.”
He nods at me, looking to Walker before he opens the door to leave.
I collapse on the bed, letting out a breath. “You know, I’ve been pouring over those pages, and I haven’t found anything about how to remove a demon.”
“I’m sure we’ll find something soon.” Walker says, picking his guitar back up and strumming a few notes.
“Have you picked a song yet?” He asks, turning a knob at the top of his guitar while strumming a string until it’s in tune.
“I was thinking aboutOthersideby the Red Hot Chili Peppers.”
He gives me an approving smile. “I fucking love it.”
“I’m going to go shower.” I say, needing to get my head on straight. It felt like everything was pressing in on me at once. It was overwhelming and I needed a break.
“Okay, Wildcat.”
“Walker?”
“Yeah?”
“Thank you.”
“For what?”
“Not judging me.”
He stops strumming. “Salem, you’ve been through a lot and however you need to process that is none of my business. You’re still here with me and that’s enough for me, even though the thought of you two together makes me crazy, you are what matters to me at the end of the day. I knew that you weren’t a one-man woman, back when you needed all of us on Halloween.”
I blush, thinking about that night.
“I love you, Salem.” He says, pulling me to him, his guitar separating us.
My heart rate picks up speed at his confession.
“I don’t need to hear you say it back, but that’s how I feel.”
I kiss him soundly on the lips before I leave to wash off and forget my problems for a while under the steady stream of hot water pelting my skin.
ChapterSixty
SKYE
SONG: PAINT IT BLACK BY SEBASTIAN BÖHM
The canvas I have laid out on the floor is covered in a multitude of colors. Professor Whitelsbee wants us to produce an abstract art piece and I hate it. Nothing is working.
I slap more blue paint on the corner, hoping that will magically fix it somehow.
