Page 69 of War

“Are you going to run and tell Callan?”Her hands ball into fists.

“I’m not the one with loose lips around here.”

“What does that mean?”Jericho bounces his attention between the two of us.I look him up and down and snort.Shaking my head, an unamused giggle trickles past my lips.“Wow, I suppose a dog will always find a bone to chew on somewhere.”

“Are you going to tell Callan?”she repeats as she grabs my wrist and twists, causing the wound to burn.

“What the fuck do you care if she tells Callan?”Jericho narrows his eyes, lines crinkling around the corners.

I step into her, digging my nails into her hand.A shocked gasp whisps past her lips, and she releases my wrist.“Didn’t she tell you she’s hung up on your son?”

“Hung up on getting rid of you,” she sneers.

“Yeah, how’s that working out for you?”

“You’re like a cockroach.”Georgina glowers.

Turning to Jericho, she attempts to step over the threshold but is shoved back, the door slamming in her face.

A bark of laughter spurts from my lips.Her mouth hangs agape.

“I hope you still have your room available at the motel.”I raise my brows and pinch my lips in amusement, moving past her down the hall to the kitchen.A groan bubbles in my throat when she follows me.

“I was his first love, you know.”I turn to face her once we’re inside, moving around the stainless-steel kitchen island to keep a few feet between us.

“And I’ll be his last.This is unhealthy.You see that, right?”Grabbing an apple from a fruit bowl, I add, “It was pathetic weeks ago.Now, it’s just sad.You need to accept that you lost.”

Her phone makes a little tune, and she smiles down at the text message.The hum of the industrial-sized fridge freezer sounds like Keg purring next to my ear.

“Oh, hey, I thought I heard voices,” Tim says, rubbing his hand over the back of his head as he steps into the kitchen.“What’s going on?”

“I was just telling Georgina to give up already.She’s already lost.”

“Did I lose, though?”Georgina’s eyes flare.My apple drops to the floor with a thud when she yanks a knife from a cutting block and turns so fast, it takes me a second to register the knife protruding from Tim’s stomach.

“What the fuck?”I blanch, shock holding me hostage “What did you do?”A trickle of fear climbs up my spine.

“Nothing yet.”She turns on her heel and saunters out the door.

“Go after her,” Tim grunts, fingers curling around the blade.“Don’t take that out,” I warn, snatching a cloth from a hook above his head.

“I’ll be fine.Go.”He puffs out a heavy breath.

Dammit.

Dropping the cloth in his hands, I give chase, sprinting down the hall and ignoring the sharp stabs of pain through my feet as I bash my hands on every door I pass.

“Rogue?”Dodger calls out from behind me as I race toward the garage.Georgina’s dark hair flails behind her like a shadow as she takes purposeful strides.

“Help Tim,” I shout over my shoulder.“Kitchen.”

Bursting through the door of the garage, I draw to a halt, my lungs fighting for air.

“Are you insane?”I puff out, searching the space around her for a weapon.

Walking backward, she shrugs.“Maybe.That’s what love is, isn’t it?”

“How can you claim to love him and then fuck his dad?”

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