No longer was I just a harbinger of death but also a pursuer of life.
Yes,perhaps my little hazard was right. I was more than death. A self-made double agent wielding the two greatest forces of the universe against each: the certainty of death and the uncertainty of life.
A dangerous game? Yes. But a game I would undoubtedly play to keep something I believed was long-turned a relic but discovered still existed inside him.
Love.
CHAPTER
THIRTY-ONE
Haz
Have you ever worn jeans without underwear? If you have, you probably regretted it, right?
Because,Ow.
These seams were rubbing places no seams should be permitted.
“Why are you fidgeting? Are you afraid to stay here without me? Let’s go.”
Forgetting the rubbage happening in my pants, I looked at Kieran. My boyfriend. You already knew that, but I wanted to say it anyway becauseI have a boyfriend.That is so much better than sayingthe mob is trying to kill me.
My boyfriend liked to say that one.
Lame. Just like these jeans.
“Haz.” Kieran snapped his fingers. “Come on. We’re leaving.”
“I am not a dog.” I glared at his snapping fingers. Leaning in, I whispered, “But you can still tell me I’m a good boy.”
His eyes rolled. He was doing that a lot lately. I mean, I was happy his eyebrow was getting a breather, but now his eyeballs were overworked.
“And I’m not leaving. I already called Rett to come hang out during my break,” I said. Kinda blew my mind that now I had a friend to have pizza with and hang out.
“What are you two whispering about over here?”
Ghost was waiting outside the Neon Reef when we pulled up. I didn’t mind him hanging out this afternoon. I probably didn’t need to say it, but I was kinda freaked out about all the attempted murder. Especially after being ambushed at the impound lot and seeing that dent in the back fender of my car.
My accident that night wasn’t because of the rain.
“He’s stressed because he has to stay here with you. I’m bringing him with,” Kieran announced.
“I am not!” I burst out. I glanced at Ghost apologetically. “I can’t believe you’re friends with him.”
Kieran opened his mouth to no doubt deny any friendship, and I gave him the evil eye. It was really good because he stopped talking.
Ghost cackled. “He saved my life.”
“You’ve paid back that debt ten times over just listening to him insult you,” I told him.
“True that,” Ghost said, pulling yet another bag of nuts from his pocket.
They were pistachios this time. The kind he had to pull the shells off, which he did, dropping them onto the customer checkout counter as he ate.
I glanced at Kieran, expecting him to be near a seizure, but he was surprisingly relaxed. He must have seen my surprise because he shrugged. “Not my house.”
“I wanna see this pleco you were going on about.”Chomp. Crunch.Ghost’s lips smacked. “Might have to get me one.”
