Page 40 of Look What You Made Me Do

Silence falls over the room, and I know what everyone is thinking. This chick has lost her damn mind.

It’s Ash who speaks first. “Uh, okay. So, um, what makes you think that?”

He doesn’t want to call her out, and that’s probably smart. Wyn isn’t someone you want to fuck with. I mean, damn, Lux and Wyn almost took the Sacred Sons down a couple months ago. I learned a powerful lesson back then—don’t fuck with a chick who’s hell-bent on revenge. For real.

Wyn shakes her head and shoves her hands into her pockets. “There are certain things that just don’t add up.”

“Like what, exactly?” Ash asks, shaking his head. “Help us out here.”

I’m so focused on what she’s about to say, I’m barely breathing.

She lifts her hands, exasperated by the question. “Like the fact that he’s breaking into my fucking apartment.” She pauses to collect herself. “Or…it’s someone who’s builtexactlylike him, who uses the nickname only Gabriel used. Someone who has the exact same scar on his wrist…”

“That’s hardly proof, Wyn. Nicknames can be overheard. Scars can be similar,” Jackson says, shifting on his feet. “Gabriel died. We’ve all have to accept that.”

“What about the body?” she asks quickly like she’s aware she’s losing her footing in this conversation. “We never saw one.”

Christian pushes out a breath, bored by all this. “His wallet was found, there was a note…” He lifts his hands infrustration. “And now, apparently, a witness has popped up out of nowhere…”

He’s referring to the random asshole who showed up and pinpointed me, apparently.

Ash walks up to Wyn and places his hands on her shoulders. I stiffen, pushing off the wall. Why the fuck is he touching her? For a split second, I consider crossing the room and forcibly removing his hands from her shoulders. But if I do that, then I play my hand, and the guys will know there’s something is up between Wyn and me. They already suspect as much because of the whole Kai thing, but if I confront Ash, they’ll know for sure.

“We all want Gabriel here,” Ash says. “But we have to face the fact that he’s gone.”

With a sigh of frustration, Wyn steps back, out of Ash’s hold. Thank fucking God. “You don’t get it,” she practically yells. “I’veseenhim. He’s been in my apartment!”

“Alright, let’s just say for argument's sake that the ghost of Gabrielisstalking you,” I say. “What do you want us to do about it?”

Wyn places her hands on her hips and blows out a breath. “We’re a family, right? The members of the Burning Crown. I mean, that’s what you guys are always spouting at those pointless meetings. So help me. Help me untangle this shit with Gabriel.”

All of us guys glance at each other like none of us knows what to say.

“Tell you what,” Jackson says. “One of us can shadow you for a minute, and see what you’re talking about.” He shrugs at the rest of us. “If anything, maybe we can figure out who this stalker dude is. At the very least, maybe seeing another guy around will scare the sick fuck off.”

I’m tense now, every muscle in my body pulled so tight, I’m afraid I might snap. Is he suggesting that a Sacred Sonshadowher? Goddamn. I already want to slit the throat of whoever gets assigned to follow her around.

“I’ll call our security guys, and have them send someone over,” I offer. Although, the idea of a former Navy SEAL having constant access to her makes me feel just as murderous. Maybe even a littlemoremurderous.

“Nah,” Christian says, finally speaking up. “It should be one of us with her. Someone from the security team wouldn’t even know what they’re looking for.”

“Yeah, agreed,” Ash says, even though no one asked his dumb ass.

Christian looks directly at me. “You were closest to Gabriel, Lucas. You’d know if it was him, or a lookalike.” He flicks his chin at Wyn. “You should be the one to shadow her.”

Fuck.Obviously, I would have spoken up and volunteered myself if I didn’t think being around Wyn 24/7 was a disastrous idea. I’m so hard-up for this chick, I’ll be tearing her apart before the clock hits midnight.

“I can’t believe you guys are seriously entertaining this,” I say in response. “Gabriel is dead.” I can finally say that without choking up. It only took two months.

Jackson shrugs. “Well,someoneis fucking with her. And she’s right, we look out for our own.”

“I’ll do it,” Ash says.

A spark of anger flares in my chest. “No, you won’t,” I snap. “Christian is right. It should be me.”

Goddamn.

“Great.” Ash claps once. “Now that that’s settled, I’ve gotta run.” He moves to the door but turns around to point at the room collectively. “I’ll see you guys at the initiation later tonight.”

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