Where is he taking her?
I break into a run, but the gates swing shut in front of me.
Never being one to miss the chance for a dramatic moment, I drop to my knees and skid across the ground. “Noooo!”
I cover my face with my hands. How can she be gone? I never even got the chance to give her a kitten, though I guess they are far too young to leave their mother. Maybe I’d hoped Camile would stick around long enough to watch them grow up? Perhaps she’d like something else? A rabbit? Girls like rabbits, don’t they? Not that I have any rescued rabbits right now.I could find one, though.
I sense someone behind me.
“What are you doing on the ground, Ace?”
It’s Ghost.
Morosely, I stand, brushing the dirt off my knees. “Jack just left with my girl.”
Ghost cocks an eyebrow. “Yourgirl?”
“Well, she would have been if she’d stayed here a little longer.”
“I think you might have had a little competition on that one, buddy.”
I sigh. “Yeah, I know. She only has eyes for Jack.”
“Jack?” he says, surprised. “I thought it was Rook.”
Now it’s my turn to be pissed. “Rook? What’s Rook got to do with this?”
I remember them being together in the canteen at breakfast, but I’d assumed he’d been told to sit with her and would be done after that. Ghost must be hallucinating. What the fuck would she see in the prospect? Yeah, okay, he’s more her age, and I guess he’s kind of attractive with his cut jawline and the tattoos, and some might say he’s handsome, but…
Fuck. Why would shenotwant Rook?
Ghost continues. “Rook took her on his bike to the hill to hang out, but they had company. Those three idiots some of you call the Numbnuts were messing around with them. I broke it up, but she was upset. Jack wasn’t happy, and neither was Camile. She asked to leave.”
That final sentence is a punch in the heart. She asked to leave? She left the compound… leftme, because shewantedto, not because Jack was taking her away.
“Why?” I dare to ask. “She asked to leave ’cause the three idiots were being assholes?”
I’ll fucking kill them for that.
But Ghost screws up his face. “Not exactly, though they played their part.”
I want to know exactly what part they played, but first I want to find out what it is that Ghost isn’t telling me.
I get the feeling Ghost merely tolerates me. But then Ghost merely tolerates most people. The only one he has any time for is Jack, and we all have time for Jack.
“I was a bit hard on her,” he admits.
I’m surprised he’s confiding in me. Is it because he didn’t want to see Camile leaving either? Is he regretting the small part he played in it? Why would he care, though? Ghost is cold as fucking stone.
“That’s just who you are,” I comment.
“Yeah, but she doesn’t know that. She took what I said personally.”
“What did you say?”
Anger starts to rise inside me at the idea of Camile being hurt by Ghost’s words, and I ball my hands into fists. Ghost notices, arches his brow, and I force myself to uncurl my fingers. It would not be wise to take on Ghost. While I can handle myself, Ghost could probably kill me without me ever seeing him coming.
Plus, he’s the enforcer of the club, the Sergeant at Arms, so he could probably get away with it, too.
