Page 115 of Wings of Destiny

I reached the car waiting for me and tossed my stuff in the backseat not concerned with being polite. I stomped to the front and slid in, not bothering with fastening the seat belt. What would be the point when my heart was frozen? And soon…I’d probably die in our feeble attempt at protecting the humans…and the man who just broke what barely remained of my heart.

“Let’s go.”

A few days had passed since I’d seen Seth and Libby. The two of them kissing, swapping saliva, forever burned into my brain. I squeezed my eyes shut in an attempt to push the image away and felt a fist clench around my traitor of a heart.I thought…

I wiped the tears pouring from my eyes on the arm of my long-sleeveheartbreakershirt. Talk about ironic. I grabbed this first shirt I could when I snuck back into Seth’s place this morning. I wasn’t ready to face him yet, so I asked Josh to shoot me a text when Seth left.

The text came through around seven a.m.

Seth is leaving now. He just pushed his key into the lock and is heading down his front steps to his vehicle.

Do you want me to come pick you up?

I blew a breath I hadn’t realized I’d been holding.

No, I’ll drive myself over.

I hit send then added,

Thanks though.

Josh had brought my car over the day prior, suggesting that it might be best so I would have access to leave his home if needed.

The whole trip took an anxiety-inducing ten minutes. I had no idea exactlyhow closeJosh lived to Seth. Not that I’d known the guy that long but still. I made it to Seth’s and after gaping at the damage I had done to the front, the handle melted into the burnt door, I rushed around the outside until I found a weak point in one of the windows and bashed it open.

I’ll figure out a way to pay him back, or not.

I ran into the guest room, which for whatever reason had the door already flung open, and grabbed a handful of clothes from my bag. I ran back out and down to my car, flinging it out of park and into reverse. I was still surprised I didn’t hit anything speeding my ass out of there.

I rested my chin against my hand, looking out the front window of Josh’s house.

I still don’t understand…I know we weren’t…dating but…something was there. I could feel it. Like there was something building between us…and then he just…kissed Libby.

And it was a pretty damn passionate one based off of the two seconds I witnessed before bolting. It’s not like he didn’t know I was there.

After I’d gotten in Josh’s car, I’d scrolled through my messages, seeing if there was anything that might’ve made sense or distracted me. Seth had apparently texted me the night before, asking to hold off on training the following morning so we could run through our defense plans against the Demons.

Did hewantme to see them? Was that his way of telling me he’s not interested? That the other night hadn’t happened?

I felt the tears starting back up again.

Get it together, Snow. You have more important shit going on, like I don’t know, stopping Hell’s Angels from murdering a bunch of missing people?

“Ugh! Get it together!” I shouted. “This is fucking stupid.”

“What is it, Miss Snow, that you find stupid?” I jumped, not realizing Josh had came up behind me. Or that he had returned.

“Nothing. It doesn’t matter,” I mumbled, still looking out the window.

“It doesn’t seem like nothing. Do you wish to talk about it? I’ve been told I’m an excellent listener.” His dress shoes tapped against the floor as he stepped into my peripheral vision and leaned against the eggshell wall.

I rolled my eyes. My head turned, still resting on my hand, and glared at Josh. Sending my bestleave me the fuck alonelook I could muster. “What’s it to you anyway?”

Josh chuckled, light and throaty. “Well, you are currently squatting in my home. I’ve left it for the past few days but I would like to know the reason as to why I felt the need to provide you with shelter.”

I sighed.

Oh, what the hell.

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