I blew out a heavy breath. “Alright, I’ll take you home.”
“Thank you.” She leaned over and kissed my cheek.
I backed out of the parking lot. “I heard your mom mention something about having a get together with your sister. Are you going?”
“I don’t know. I mean, my sister and I haven’t been in the same room in a while. That’s going to be awkward as hell. Especially if her husband is there, which I’m sure he will be.”
My jaw tightened.
Knowing what I knew, I had no choice but to hate that fool.
“Maybe she can convince him to fall back whenever y’all get together, so y’all can sort things out.”
“I doubt that. He’s always been the type to make it a point that he exists, and Leera would never leave him out. She’s too caught up in his bullshit.”
I nodded, my mind wanting to come up with a solution to her problem.
I wanted Skye to mend her relationship with her sister. No one on the outside should be able to come between a family bond.
“You want me to come with you?” I said before I could catch myself.
Her eyes widened.
“What? You would do that?”
I shrugged. “Shit, if you wanted me to. That’s what this friend thing is all about, right? Being there when needed.”
“I mean, yeah. But?—”
“Of course, I know you could probably ask Nyx to go with you. I just figured?—”
“No, it’s fine.” She rested her hand on my knee. “I would love to have you there with me. He definitely won’t talk shit while you’re there.”
Damn right he won’t. I’ll break his fucking nose.
“Cool.”
I turned down her street, my body tensing up at the thought of her no longer being in my space.
When we finally made it to her building, I parked and hopped out to help her out of the car.
“You don’t have to walk me up.”
I looked at her like she was crazy. “Skye, bring your ass on.”
Smiling, she placed her hand in mine and let me lead the way.
13
SKYE
As soon as I pushed my front door open, something came over me, and it wasn’t the kind of something that made me feel at ease.
“You good?” Ocean asked, his hand on my arm.
I heard him, but my mouth wouldn’t move. It was like I was frozen in time, and it wasn’t a time I wanted to be stuck in.
All I could feel was pressure against my mouth. It felt like if I made the wrong move, something bad would happen.
