Page 91 of His Good Girl
“You can’t think like that, dear girl. It will only lead you down a path that will drive you nuts.”
“I know.” Pausing, I want to ask her if she has ever killed anyone, but that would out myself as knowing about the Society.
“You know about us, Serena. That places you in a very exclusive position.”
My blood runs cold at her words. “Uhm, what do you mean?”
She giggles. “Don’t play coy. I know. Solitaire wants to recruit you, Serena.”
Meeting her gaze, I hold it for a moment. I don’t see any murderous intentions behind her statement, but who knows with this crowd? Killing seems to be a weekly thing with them.
“Solitaire.”
“It’s okay, Serena. You do not need to be afraid. You have impressed us, and Rue is so enamored with you. She rarely finds people she connects with, not even her old friends, but you…she loves you.”
“I love her too.”
“This predicament was interesting. You have done Solitaire a favor by ridding us of this woman.”
“What do you mean?” Maybe I’m slow on the uptake, but what did she have to do with Solitaire? I thought she was just an ex of Logan’s who went a bit crazy.
“Let’s not get into that right now. Just know that this has put you on the map, Serena. Your actions were courageous and necessary. You did what you needed to do with no hesitation.”
How does she know I didn’t hesitate? I mean, I didn’t. I saw Kelly off balance, and I shoved her. Simple in the way that spontaneous murder can be.
Murder.
There’s that word I was trying to avoid thinking about.
The weird thing is, I don’t feel that shaken up. I didn’t know her. I certainly didn’t care about her. She tried to kill me and Logan. If it hadn’t been her, it would’ve been me. Maybe not Logan; he’s got more experience in surviving, I feel, but definitely me.
“How do you feel?”
“About Kelly or about Solitaire?” I ask boldly.
“Both.”
“Kelly was a threat.”
“She was.”
“I’m not broken up abouther, more that I didn’t think I was capable of this.”
“We never know what we are capable of until the right circumstances present themselves.”
“True.”
“You did a good thing for Solitaire. We owe you a debt of gratitude.”
Shaking my head, I smile sadly. “No, that’s not right.”
“But it’s true.”
“Thanks, then, I guess.” I have no idea what else to say.
“Don’t thank me, just say you will join our family, yes?”
“Do I get much choice now that I know?” It’s a valid fucking question.
