Page 159 of Unholy Obsession

“Nothing.” I let the side of my face smoosh into the cool glass of the window. “All I ever do is nothing.” Then I roll myeyes. “And no, before you ask, I don’t feel like harming myself or others today.”

That’s everybody’s favorite question.

She puts her hands on her hips, which is especially effective because of her cute, round belly bump.

“I see you didn’t quite make it up from the breakfast table, but look, you ate!”

I slither like a slug from the glass onto the table, my body completely flat.

This is all I can seem to manage to do lately—slug from one place to another.

I don’t think it’s the meds, necessarily. Just... the sad face part of sad face me.

“Mama, help me to the couch,” I whine, wiggling my hands at Kira.

She sighs. “Well, at least I’m getting some training for when I have a baby around.”

I cry dramatically, but she stays where she’s standing, arms on her hips.

“What if I told you Bane was asking around about you again at the club last night?”

I pull my arms in and bury my head in them.

“Doesn’t matter,” I grumble into my sleeves, face still hidden.

“Oh yeah?” she challenges. “Even if he told Isaak to give you a message?”

I shake my head, mumbling into my arms again. “I don’t want to hear it.”

It’s too painful.

My chest squeezes in on itself because what I just said is a lie. Of course, I want to hear it.

The fact that he’s still thinking about me—even after all this time, even after I broke his heart—makes my stomach twist.

But then I think,You didn’t break his heart, you ninny. Yeah, he married you, but that was just because he had to. That’s probably what his message is—just letting you know he found some way to let you off the hook or got the marriage annulled.

“He said to tell you that his father is dead.”

I spring fully upright in my chair for the first time in weeks, blinking up at her.

“Mad Blackwolf is dead?”

Kira’s mouth drops open. “Bane’s father is Mad Blackwolf?” Her eyes go round. “Wow. I had heard that he passed.”

“What did he die of?” is my immediate follow-up question.

She waves a hand. “It was all hush-hush with the media at first, but apparently, he picked up some wasting disease from his travels. It took him out in just a few months. There was nothing they could do.”

“And... he just died?” I ask again, still unable to fully wrap my head around it. “Where’s my phone?”

Kira glances down at me, eyebrows raising. “Are you going to call Bane?”

“I need to call Domhn.”

Kira suddenly bites her fingernail.

“What?” I ask suspiciously.

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