“Leave. She doesn’t need you,”Asher says.
“I fucking needher.”
“Choose Delilah again. You always do in the end. Why pretend you’ll ever put her second?”
I get out, unsure of what the fuck to do. But Sasha isn’t in front of the bike laying useless on the floor. Neither is the rider. For fuck’s sake! I keep searching for her as I round the car and get in the driver’s seat. The crazy fucking idiot is nowhere in sight.
I’m going to kill her.
I’m actually going to fucking kill her.
“If you ever see her again,”Asher unhelpfully says as he sits in the passenger seat.“She’ll be safe now she’s away from you.”His unaged eyes are in the rearview mirror as I tilt it to see Delilah in the back seat.“How are you going to make her life worse? I can give you suggestions like when you were pretending to be me.”
“Fuck you, I don’t need shit from you.” I slowly roll back. Driving one-handed shouldn’t be an issue when I wasn’t exactly the most careful driver with my hands at ten and two, but it’s odd not to have the ability. It’s like the loss of my lower left arm has removed any natural confidence I had.
“Where’s Scarlet?” Delilah asks. Her voice is further away, matching the vacant stare as she sluggishly turns her head. Her half-lidded eyes don’t open fully as she continues searching for her sister.
“Tell her how you planned on killing Scar.”
Gritting my teeth, I ignore Asher’s remarks as I drive, searching for Sasha through the overgrowth surrounding the derelict buildings. “Come on, crazy pants. Where the fuck are you?”
“Hello, baby,” Delilah softly whispers as she leans against the door, blowing kisses at the air. “I missed you so much.” She hugs her arms to her chest, zoning out again.
I don’t know what the fuck to do about Sasha. Why does she always have to do crazy shit? I can live with the masks, even eating people. They don’t test my heart rate, but disappearing is pissing me off. I don’t even know what she looks like without a mask because I respected her decision to hide her face. She could walk past me one day and I’d never know the little nutcase is there.
“Have you ever noticed everyone always leaves after you tell them you love them?”Asher asks.
“Yeah? Well, I love you, now fuck off.”
“You can’t get rid of your reflection. Do you see me staring back at you in the mirror you avoid?”
“No.”
“You see me, you see the lines on your face I’ll never have because this bit?—”
“Shut the fuck up.”
“Is it harder for you to be pathetically obsessed with Delilah when you’re reminded she killed me?”
“You deserved it.”
“Maybe. Or maybe I would have changed.”He moves around the car, sitting behind me with his elbow propped on the seat as he whispers in my ear,“We’ll never know because she did kill me. You remember what it smells like when someone burns, so imagine your precious slut watching me burn to death.”
“Stop!” I shout, hitting the steering wheel. “For fuck’s fucking sake. Just fucking stop!”
“Kane?” Delilah whispers as she weakly pulls herself to the middle of the seats to look at me through the rearview mirror. “Where did Scarlet go?”
“Go to sleep, koukla mou. We’re going to have a very long talk once you’ve come down.”
76
DELILAH
Iwake up to natural heat warming my legs, but my head hurts, forcing my eyes closed as I dig my face deeper into whatever I’m laying on. The buttery material smells new, like fresh leather. I freeze as far away deep voices call me out of hiding.
There’s no dark walls or bunks. No, what’s in front of me is a sky. Clouds. A grey brick building with dull metal shutters. And then Kane. He stands with two other men. One huge, angry, and imposing in a tailored three-piece suit. The other looks no less angry in slacks and a shirt.
But there is Kane.
