“Your new beginning?”
“Yes. The contracts are finalized, the apartment purchased, and I’m required to be there to attend the first day of beauty college.”
“But you don’t want to go.”
I finish her sentence and she nods miserably. “But I have no choice. Razor won’t commit and I don’t want to be his go to girl. I deserve more than that.”
“Of course you do.”
I’m angry for my new friend who has been amazing since I came here. I will miss her like mad but understand her reasons.
“Have you talked to him about how you’re feeling?”
She snorts. “I laid it out several times. I told him I wouldn’t stay here as an unofficial girlfriend. If my role here is nothing less than that, I owe it to myself to look for love elsewhere.”
She sighs, reaching for the bottle of nail polish. “I even told him I’d try my luck with another Reaper.”
“I’m guessing that didn’t go down well.”
“I wouldn’t know. He merely stormed out and hasn’t spoken to me since.”
“I’m sorry, Sunday.”
I really am because Razor is nothing like Blade. He is pig-headed when he wants to be and never admits feelings to anyone. Blade told me he would never ask Sunday to stay out of fear of laying his feelings on the line and having them trampled on.
She sighs heavily. “So, I’ve called his bluff. I’ve threatened, pleaded and attempted to ghost him, but one glare from his eyes and nod of his head and I’m already planning on answering the knock on my door when he wants a booty call.”
I’m miserable for my friend and she sighs.
“So, I’m leaving. I’ve tried harder than most to get through to that man, but enough is enough. I value myself more than that,so this time next week, I’ll be heading off to Maine for a fresh start, courtesy of the Reaper scholarship program.”
She forces a bright smile on her face.
“It’s probably for the best. Anyway, enough about me, what is happening with, well, you know, your situation?”
Nerves rattle inside me and I say slowly, “I’ve been meaning to talk to you about that.”
“Okay.”
I have her interest.
“I could use a favor if you have time.”
“Anything, as long as it’s this week.”
“Tomorrow, maybe.”
“Sure. When and where?”
“Here, actually, because, well–”
I swallow the lump in my throat. “I want to dye my hair back to my natural color.”
“As in?”
“As in, I need to ditch Delilah Grimes; she belongs in my nightmares. It’s time I become Aspen Costello again and face my fears.”
Her smile brightens. “You’ve got it, girl. Does Blade know?”
