Luc nodded. “Let’s get you home.Matrihas made you a feast that you don’t deserve. She says you’re too thin.”
I snickered. “It’s the first time anyone’s ever accused me of being that.”
“You haven’t looked in the mirror. For you, you’re skin and bones.” He raised his hands again when I glared at him. “The nurses tell me you haven’t been eating.”
“I’ve eaten plenty.”
“According to Hunter, the only thing you do eat are the protein shakes he brings you.”
When my glower doubled down, he just sighed.
Twenty minutes later, he pestered me out of the goddamn door of this miserable hospital room and grabbed my bags like I was too weak to carry them on my own.
Even as my mind kept drifting to Clarice’s accident, I couldn’t stop myself from peering around every corner for the dream girl.
The guilt soured further in my stomach, memories of Evangeline’s death trying to force the image of the woman away, but it didn’t work.
How could it?
My relationship with Evangeline had always been platonic. Nothing about my attraction to the angel could ever share that definition.
The angel… Had she been sent to tell me I was close to my goal? Even if it was years too late?
Or was she merely temptation?
A promise?
As my head nearly swiveled off my neck whenever we traversed a corridor on the way to the car via a pitstop at Currau’s room, I had to accept the cold, hard truth—angel or not, ghostly apparition or not,womanor not, for the first time in too long, Iwanted.
I needed.
I craved.
Which was practically the beginning of the end.
FIVE
KITTY
LATER THAT WEEK
Playlist recommendation:
Me, Myself & I - G-Eazy, Bebe Rexha
“Who’s your hall pass?”
I smirked at my current situationship. “You sure you want to know?”
“Why not?” Brad Trelaney queried before taking a deep sip of Rioja.
Though handsome enough for multiple dates, there was something about him that consistently got on my nerves. Whether it was his insistence on doing that mouth-swilling thing with wine and making a shit ton of noise in the process or the fact he sniffed a lot—I’d no reason to suss that he’d lied about having sinus problems.
Neev, my sister, accused me of being too suspicious for this era’s dating marketplace.
I thought she wasn’t suspicious enough.
If a man sniffed that much, then he was prone to colds. Did Iwant any potential children to have a compromised immune system from day one? Either that orhe partook in Columbian marching powder on the reg… and an active addiction didn’t exactly get my juices flowing.
