Page 33 of Cursed by Death

“So, you know what we are?” Roan said. “Then you must know why we’re here. We’re looking for the creature that murdered the old man.”

The old man had a fucking name.

I wasn’t surprised to hear his words because I already knew they weren’t here for me. It hurt though. Boy, did it ever. Somehow, I managed to keep a straight face.

“Were you expecting them to show up at the funeral?” I asked in a snide voice, there was no keeping my emotions or my feelings out of that. “How disappointing for you.”

“You grew up cold,” Roan said quietly, thoughtfully. “You’re different.”

I shrugged, having nothing to counteract his words with. I was no longer that little girl he’d once known. I didn’t think I’d grown up to be cold, just alone and realistic. If that made me cold then so be it.

“She’s not cold, she’s hurt,” Bane told his brother. “There’s a difference and it’s not like we can really blame her.”

“We were forbidden from reaching out to you,” Roan said as his eyes pleaded with me to understand. “You were supposed to be left alone so that you could live a normal life. A normal life without supernatural interference. We never stopped watching over you though. You have to believe me on that, little one.”

Trust was a very fragile thing and once it was gone it was next to impossible to earn back.

Trust went hand in hand with loyalty.

Right now, they’d get neither from me.

Detective Rowans started asking them questions about what they knew about the murder. Part of it I knew was him doing his job. But I knew the bigger part was him getting the focus off of me because I didn’t want it there.

I left and no one tried to stop me, which I greatly appreciated.

I was on an emotional overload and I couldn’t deal with anything else for the day.

I went home, didn’t eat anything because nothing sounded appealing, and I got drunk in my very safe and secure basement.

My phone kept vibrating but I didn’t look at it. If it was really important and they needed me they all knew where I lived now. I had a feeling it was just men wanting to ask me about my feelings and emotions. Things I didn’t process like a normal person. I got drunk and pretended they didn’t exist.

Unhealthy coping mechanisms I knew, but I didn’t give that first fuck.

I ordered all brand-new furniture for the guest house. I paid extra for overnight shipping and I hoped Ginger didn’t hate all of it.

Chapter 17

I’d woken up with a massive hangover almost every single day for a week straight and I was thinking that perhaps it might be time to sort my shit out and get it together.

The problem was, I wasn’t quite sure how to do that. Oh well. Maybe I’d just become an alcoholic and live my life like that. It’s not like I had a job or anything that required me to function properly from day to day.

How sad was that?

The furniture for the guest house arrived in the early afternoon. I also put in my grocery order and a large one for everything that I thought Ginger might need. They’d be delivered to my house later in the day. I didn’t think I’d ever actually gone to the grocery store and shopped for food once before in my adult life. I’d always bought it online and then had it delivered.

Rally texted me in the afternoon to tell me that Hunter was bringing Ginger and Tray by, he also wanted to remind me that I promised to be at his place at nightfall tomorrow for his challenge.

I didn’t need the reminder. Like I could possibly forget.

Detective Rowans texted me to tell me Bane and Roan came into the station to give him all the details they knew about Thomas’s murderer. Apparently, Thomas hadn't been the only victim.

I was curious but I didn’t ask any more questions. If it were something he wanted me to know he would have told me. I also knew there were going to be parts of his job that he wouldn’t be able to discuss with me.

I didn’t know how I felt about the twins going to the police station to speak with him. There was a big part of me that felt incredibly jealous, though I tried to fight it. It did me no good and the stupid feeling lingered long after I read the text.

Hunter didn’t just drop Ginger and the baby off and then leave like I was expecting him to. He got out of the truck, got the baby out of the car seat, and then acted like he was the father and the family were here for a nice little afternoon visit.

Hmm…

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