She’s a part of me. Of course I love our baby.
But that doesn’t mean I’m free to love anyone else. I don’t have time for it when I have to protect Fae, protect both of them, from my father.
That’s why I’m doing all this, aren’t I?
That’s why I’m working for him. That’s why I go every time he calls. I attend every goddamn meeting. I sit in on every conference call he makes like a good boy.
I’m giving him every little thing his villainous, corrupt heart desires because I want him to be happy enough to back off, to leave me alone.
I never want him to find out about Fae and our baby. I know he’ll use them as pawns if and when he can.
And it has worked.
He’s a psychopathic toddler. You give him what he wants and he’ll move on to something else.
My father has no clue. He doesn’t know what I do with my time off. He doesn’tcareas long as I show up for work and give him what he wants.
But you know what? I don’t know why I’m freaking the fuck out right now.
Nothing has changed.
I promised that I’d protect her from my father and me and that’s what I’m going to do. Unlike last time, I’m going to keep her heart safe from me.
Because no matter what she believes, I can’t love.
Iamthat rabid fucking animal that bites. Because that’s all I know. That’s how I’ve survived this world. That’s how I’ve survived the man who brought me into this world.
“Thanks for nothing,” I say to Pete, stepping back from the chair, ready to leave. “And I’m buying you a new chair that won’t kill your back. That fucking thing you have right now needs to go to the dump.”
And then I turn around and walk out.
But not before I hear his laughing words. “I’ll throw it in the dump the day you throw away that sweater of yours. The one with that fucking mustang on it that you still keep in the trunk of your car.”
Asshole.
Chapter Twenty-Two
All the girls at my school are in love with him.
Which is nothing new because every girl at Bardstown High loved him too.
And his dark magic is still alive at St. Mary’s School for Troubled Teenagers.
They are in love with him, with his Mustang.
His sparkling vampire skin and his long dark hair. They think his gunmetal gray eyes are so cool, and the way he walks with long, effortless steps makes them swoon.
Even though they watch us with giggling eyes and snickering lips. Even more so now than before because my belly’s showing. And well, I’ve had to make uniform adjustments. Meaning, I don’t wear one because those skirts are not made for expanding bellies.
Anyway, I know they love it that he drops me off and picks me up from school. I heard a bunch of them talking during lunch one day.
My girls especially love that. That he waits.
“Oh look, our gorgeous villain is here,” Poe sing-songs. “Waiting for his Fae.”
My breath catches in my throat. Because I was talking to Wyn about our English lit homework as we were climbing down the steps after finishing for the day and I hadn’t seen him yet.
Although to be honest, I should’ve known.
