“Help! I’m in Chuck E Cheese Hell!”
Sorcha opened her mouth and made a face at that last comment. “Should I ask about Chuck E Cheese Hell?”
Luke laughed. “It’s a song I should never have allowed any of them to hear. Stupid me, I thought it’d be torture for them. Turns out, they really loved it and now they make demands for it so that I’m the one who’s being punished. ’Cause, Fuck You, Ken.”
“Is that really going to be a thing?”
“Yes, it is. Because it fits in so well with so much random bullshit that happens.”
He had a point.
Luke went to get a towel from the kitchen counter to wipe the sweat from his brow. “So what brings you to my door? Another body?”
“Just a quick thank you.” She pulled a small wrapped box out from her purse and handed it to him.
He stared at it with a stern frown. “What’s this?”
“A gift. I saw it in a store by the river. I don’t know why, but it reminded me of you. So I wanted you to have it as a way of saying thank you for welcoming me into IA.”
Luke didn’t know what to say. He wasn’t used to anyone showing him appreciation. Especially being sincere about it.
Huh…taking the package, he opened it to find a silver necklace. Four interlocking Celtic hearts were surrounded by a circle where sun rays fanned out and twisted together. It was quite lovely.
With a smile, Sorcha took it from his hand and placed it around his neck. Chills ran all over him as her delicate fingers brushed against his skin.
His body out of control, all he could do was hold his breath at the sensation of her touch. The one thing he truly craved. “Thank you.”
“My pleasure.” As she started away, he gently cupped her cheek.
Never in eternity had he met her equal. Her blonde hair begged him to bury his face in it and there was nothing he wanted more than to see it fanned out across his pillows.
Especially when she looked up at him as she did now. Not with fear or judgement. With tenderness.
That was a look he’d never really had from anyone.
It made him feel…
He would say human, but that was impossible. He shared nothing with mankind. And yet…
Maybe Helly was right.
Was this what having a soul felt like?
And when he saw sadness darken her gaze, it caused an actual ache in his heart. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.”
He brushed his thumb against her cheek. “Not nothing, Sorcha. What are you thinking?”
“Don’t you know?”
“I could. But I’d rather give you your privacy. I know how much it bothers you for me to go snooping in your thoughts.”
Sorcha smiled. Over the last two months, that was what she’d come to appreciate most about him. He didn’t give in to his evil ways as much.
He was respectful and kind.
“I was just thinking that when you go home and long after I’m gone, it’ll be a token for you to remember me.”
