Page 70 of Their Will be Done

“You’ve been drinking,” Reuben says.

“And?”

I flex my fingers inside his fist, marveling at how big it is. He could crush my hand without putting any real effort into it.

I hope he doesn’t. I like my hand.

“Why would you get drunk around him? Or have you forgotten how dangerous he is?”

I laugh and arch into Reuben. “Hold me,” I say, and then try to maneuver his other arm around my waist. But it’s too heavy and unwieldy, especially since he’s not helping.

“Tell me what happened.”

“We spoke. He left.” I hold up a finger and glance at Reuben over my shoulder. “That was you guys, right? You did something? He shot right the fuck out of there. I had more than enough time to copy everything.”

I have no idea if that’s the truth, but I’m not sure how long Reuben will let me hang around if he thinks I’m a failure. He might even send me back to Gabriel.

I flinch at the thought.

Never. I willnevergo back there. Never speak to him again.

He had an affair withmy father.

“You’re shaking.”

“It’s cold,” I say, and try to make myself stop. Then I turn around, ending up facing him with his arm around my waist, still holding my hand. “But you can keep me warm.”

His eyes drop to my mouth, then my throat, then my breasts. Every place they pause, the skin there begins to pulse.

“You can’t be here,” he says, releasing me and stepping back.

Ishouldleave. I know that. But I don’t want to be alone right now. Being alone would mean I’d have to replay all the shit that just happened, and in my current state, I don’t know what to do with that information.

Then again, would I really be better off here? I feel safe around Reuben, but what if Cass or Zachary stop by? I already know I can barely fend off one of them…if they were to gang up on me—

“You’re right,” I blurt out, pushing my curls out of my face as a wave of cold tingles washes over me.

This is the last place I should be.

There’s no safe place in Saint Amos anymore.

Maybe there never was.

I have to get out.

Reuben turns to watch me when I walk past him. “Do you want to know what’s on the drive?”

I pause mid-step and peer at him over my shoulder. “You—?” I point to his bedroom. “You found something?”

He shakes his head. “We’ll only know tomorrow. But do you want to know what we find, if we find something?”

It feels like a loaded question, and something I’m definitely not equipped to answer right now. So I err on the side of caution.

“Sure. I mean, of course.” I nod and head back to the door.

I open it.

A hand slams down beside my head, closing it again. My spine stiffens like someone rammed a pole through my body. “What…what are you doing?”

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