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Indie
bones for the crows - nickelback
Allthisangerthat’sbubbling under the surface used to be something else entirely.
It used to be love.
It used to be happiness.
It used to be fucking innocence.
Naivety that darkness was concealed beneath the ground we walked on. When really, it’s hidden in plain sight, in the eyes of strangers.
In the blood offamily.
My jaw grinds through the primal urge to hit something. Smash the glass of this booth with my own bare fucking hands. Snatch that gun from Saint’s waistband and shoot every single asshole on that stage.
Or better yet, set this place on fire, engulf every single demonic, blood-sucking creature that’s breathing the same air as me.
Except her.
I need answers from her before she suffers.
I can hear Dawson and Rex’s voices clashing in my ear; the sound grates against my skin like broken glass, causing me to tear the earpiece out.
“Indie!”
Saint’s vice-like grip is clamped around my bicep, tugging me up from the floor and trying to break my stare-off I’m having with my own flesh and blood.
My own fucking sister.
She’s a part of this, herandmy brother-in-law.
How could I have been so stupid. So fucking naive again. They’reallthe same, each and every single one of them.
My body is abruptly twisted to the side as Saint snatches my other arm, crashing me against his chest as he attempts to shake the rage from me. “We need to move—”
“Did you know?”
His thundering eyes widen at my question. He doesn’t answer; his jaw sets in a hard line, showing me his defiant silence. I see nothing but red. “Did you fucking—”
His large, inked hand clamps my words back down my throat, fingers gripping tightly against my cheek as I struggle to break free. “We had suspicions about Jenna. Rex and I both did. Tonight was a gamble that paid off.” He drags in a lungful of the potent air that surrounds us, applause beginning to subside as the monsters lining the stage start to filter back out. “Louisa? No. I had no fucking idea.”
I want to believe him. I desperately do. My sanity depends on it, but his eyes flickered above my head the moment the word ‘no’ left his lips.
My heart threatens to shatter into something irreparable at the thought of him lying to me about this.
I yank out of his grip, brushing down the silk material of my dress, and steeling my spine. Now isn’t the time to let myselfslip. I need to hold it together, lock down the burning rage that’s causing my body to involuntarily shake.
But I can’t, it’s all too much, and my mouth works before my mind can catch up. “Saint, you better not be fucking lying to me—”
“Or what?” He steps into me, glare so hot I can feel the risk of my own flesh quivering to melt from my bones.
My voice struggles to even whisper, coated in the betrayal that’s lacing through my membrane. “I’ll never forgive you.”
His hand clamps tightly around my neck. I can almost feel his coercion spill through his fingertips, snatching the air from my lungs in compliance. “We’ll talk about this later.”
