She laughs.
“See, I knew it was good!”
“I can’t do that,” I say with a shake of my head.
“And why the hell not? If you ask me, it sounds perfect.”
Amelia gets to her feet, picks up her cup, and goes to the kitchen to make another drink. I’ve had only one sip of mine, so I pick it up and drink more while she makes her second one. When she comes back to the couch, I think I’m convinced.
“Okay, yeah…”
“Yes!”
“It does sound kind of fun.”
“Right?” She does a dramatic hair flip. “I know I have good ideas. Now can we order pizza?”
I laugh and pick up my phone to order the food, and when I’m done, I do some research on places I could go to with Jaxon… private places where someone won’t bother us, like the woods, but different. It doesn’t take long to find a spot, and just as I have my aha! moment, someone knocks on the door.
“Pizza!”
Amelia hops up and runs over to it, thanking the pizza guy and taking the box from him.
She doesn’t bother with plates, just takes one steaming slice and starts to eat.
I shake my head as I send Shadow a message and hope he finally responds.
Golden_Phoenix: I found a place for us.
Chapter Thirty-Four
Jaxon
My week goes by in a blur of Irish accents, blood, and broken bones.
I didn’t realize how fun hurting people was.
Yes, I got a shit ton of satisfaction out of shoving Mindy off the cliff, but that wasn’t very violent. It wasn’t done with my bare hands. I didn’t get to feel her life end.
I also didn’t get to enjoy it the way I am now, because of everything that happened with Sailor.
All I felt was guilt and disappointment.
I don’t regret what I did to Mindy; I’d do it again in a heartbeat. I don’t regret killing all the people I’ve killed now to get to my mother—who is a hard woman to get to, it seems.
Because it’s all for her. For Sailor. My little dove. And I would do anything for her… still.
The fact that she still thinks about me? Well, it’s hard to express how that makes me feel. Like a kid on Christmas morning finding giant boxes under the tree and candy popping out of an over-stuffed stocking. Mixed with the high I’m runningon over this murder spree Fionn and I have been on, life is good. It’s so fucking good. Only it would be better if I had her by my side.
And maybe I will because she texted me.
She fucking texted me.
It was such a random text, but it was something. It’s been months—months—since she’s textedmeasmeand not Shadow. Though, she’s done that too. Now, I feel even more guilty. If I’ve had a chance with her this whole time as Jaxon, then I’m an asshole for tricking her.
I could tell her no from Shadow, but one text doesn’t mean we’re getting back together.
So what’s the right answer?
