“I’d expect nothing less,” I told him. “You stay away from what’s mine, and I’ll stay away from what’s yours.”
“We have an agreement,” Clive confirmed.
I left then, already planning where I’d go next.Where are you, little hazard?
I’d rip apart this entire city until I found him.
“Vaughn,” a voice called out behind me.
I turned. “I’m busy.”
Remember when I said I didn’t have any friends? I stand by that. But this guy would beg to differ.
Ghost’s long legs closed the distance between us easily, concern marring his face. “What’s going on?”
“I’m looking for someone.”
The corner of his mouth kicked up. He never could be serious for very long. “Your new crush?”
It didn’t surprise me in the least that Ghost had heard that entire exchange. Hell, he’d probably been tracking me since I walked through that door. He was the best at what he did. That’s how he got his name.
“It’s not a crush.” I snarled. “He’s mine.”
A flash of surprise crossed his face, but then it was gone. “Okay. Yeah. You need some help finding him?”
I considered it, then shook my head. “Not yet.”
He nodded. “All right. You got my number if you change your mind.”
Before getting in the SUV, I turned back. “Glad you’re back in town.”
His teeth flashed. They were stupid white. “You know I can’t stay away from you too long, bestie!”
I gave him the finger and drove off.
Ghost wasn’t my friend. He was like toilet paper that stuck to the bottom of your shoe. Clingy and annoying. But his skill set might come in handy later.
I headed in the direction of my apartment, potent frustration clouding my brain. I wasn’t used to this—having more questions than answers. I detested knowing so little about someone who took up an unfathomable amount of space in my head.
This is exactly why I don’t get involved with people. Look at you, running all over this city because you let a pair of mismatched eyes get under your skin.
I should go home. Stay there. Forget I’d ever met Hazier Maddox.
Something on the sidewalk caught my eye, and I slammed on the brakes, tires screeching, back end flailing. The cars around me honked and swerved, and several middle fingers waved.
Ignoring it all, I veered to the curb and got out, leaving the driver’s door wide open.
“Hazard!”
Down the sidewalk, a head lifted. The second he saw me, his feet stopped working, and he just stood there and stared.
I started forward. Okay,fine,I ran, refusing to take my eyes off him. The closer I got, the more obvious his condition became. His clothes were torn and bloody, his skin practically transparent, and the way he swayed made me think a light wind could blow him over.
“Where the hell have you been?” I demanded, his rough appearance making me crazed.
“I knew one of these buildings was yours,” he answered and then tipped over.
“Fuck,” I spat, scooping him into a bridal-style hold.
