Feeling empty, Lyric made her way to her room and closed the door behind her with a soft click.
She sat on the edge of her bed and closed her eyes, then drifted to a place where she had smiled. Vic telling her about his silly little hamster and how he’d knitted it sweaters so it could travel into town with him.
A smile stretched her lips.
A door slammed in the house, and Lyric closed her eyes tighter and imagined the way he had looked at her when he’d asked for her number.
It had been a long time since anyone had actually seen her.
It felt good.
Lyric opened her eyes and knew what she would do.
She would break the rules again and absorb the wrath of her sister, because this place didn’t make sense. This den was full of ghosts. Her life was a lie.
Vic had said Destiny was medicine.
Aro would roll over in his shallow grave if he knew what she was thinking, but that was okay.
Aro had been the reason everything had gotten so messed up.
Yolo, or whatever Vic had said tonight.
Chapter Four
It had been one week since she had met Vic.
Gah, why was she so nervous?
Lyric clutched her purse closer to her waist and scanned the parking lot again. She didn’t know what kind of car Vic drove, so she took guesses. There was a silver truck at the edge of the parking lot, parked in the grass. Maybe that was his? Or the black one parked up front? Why did she imagine him driving a truck? For all she knew, this little Jetta she’d parked beside could be his.
She blew out a huff of air. What if he wasn’t here at all?
You are the weak link.
Her sister’s voice echoed through her head. “Stop,” she growled aloud. Her stupid head had been repeating it a dozen times a day. That’s what Eden did. She found the button to push on a person and pushed it at just the right time.
There were good things about her sister, but the button-pushing trait was Lyric’s least favorite part of being in this family. Her dad…errr, Aro…was the same way. He had held the same dark talent.
But once upon a time one week ago, Lyric had smiled and forgotten the world for a night with a nice werewolf named Vic.
She closed her eyes, counted to three, and made her legs move.
Her sneakers crunched against the thick gravel of the parking lot, and she didn’t slow until she got to the door of the bar, where she second guessed herself again.
If he was here…if…he was probably sitting at the bar with a girl. This was where he came to pick up women, right? That’s what he’d said.
It had sounded accurate.
Why did the thought of seeing him sitting with another female bother her?
“You’re being ridiculous,” she gritted out.
She was here for bingo. Yeah. Just bingo.
Lyric moved to push the door open, but a couple bustled out of the bar at that exact same moment and jammed the door into her hand. The pain startled her, and she flinched back, and let off a snarl on accident.
The couple looked at her with fear in their eyes, and she dropped her gaze quickly. “I’m sorry,” she said softly.
