Page 148 of Property of Necro
It’s fine.
I’m fine.
Everything’s fine.
I’m here with my guys, even though they are doing heaven knows what in the bathroom with Necro.
They want me.
And… life’s good.
I hope.
But what if it isn’t?
What if… he tries to kill himself again?
What if… he doesn’t really want me anymore?
What if…
Ugh.
I smash my face into a pillow.
Overthinking sucks.
Chapter
Thirty-Eight
Walking around Necro,I flip on the shower as he secures his mask. Coffin leans against the wall, naked, arms crossed over his big chest, emanating murderous vibes. He’s pissed.
A snarl rolls up his throat.
Make that very fuckin’ pissed.
Rightfully so.
Necro shut our woman down. We were making progress, and now who knows where we are?
Pushing off the wall, Coffin peeks out the door before retaking his spot, where he glowers down at Necro as I grab towels from the cupboard. “She’s watchin’ a movie.”
“At least she didn’t leave,” I comment, draping Coffin’s towel over the bar attached to the wall.
“You’re gonna fix this.” He jerks his chin at Necro.
No. It’s better this way.He replies.
Rolling my eyes so far back in my skull, I catch my brain twitch in annoyance. I keep my snarky commentary to myself in favor of letting Coffin handle things his way.My way hasn’t worked. I’ve been nice. I’ve been a douche. It’s been a solid Jekyll and Hyde performance, if I do say so myself. Too bad it hasn’t gotten through to him. Not when I drop by to check on how he’s doing, or when it’s my turn to babysit. There’s been a wall erected between us, and I can’t seem to penetrate or climb it, no matter what I do.
“The hell it is,” Coffin growls. “She was glowing like a fuckin’ firefly in your lap. I don’t know if I’ve ever seen her so happy. You shit on that, ‘cause you can’t get out of your goddamn head. How many times do we gotta tell you, we’re family?” He gestures to each of us as I reach in to test the water temperature. “We’re in this for life. You don’t get to kill yourself. You don’t get to push away the one priceless thing that, for whatever reason, tolerates us. She’s the cure, brother. She’s the sun. The Earth. She’s like that stupid kid in theTwilightmovie with her werewolf that Rot made us watch. She’s like that.”
Feelin’ stupidly warm and fuzzy, I snicker. “Imprinting. I can’t believe you remember that.” See. The oaf does pay attention, even when I went through a romance phase. It didn’t last long. It started withTwilightand ended withThe Vampire Academy. Okay. So, I went through my teenage vampire stage. Real fuckin’ manly shit, I know, but it was popular, and I was curious.
Sue me.
As I step into the shower, Coffin says, “You tortured us with those stupid teenage movies for fucking ever. Oh. I remember. I don’t want to. It’s dumb as fuck. Because gross. She was a baby.” Coffin blows an agitated breath as I squirt bodywash into my black loofa and keep the shower curtain half open so I can hear him. “Sola’s grown andshe’s in there, watching another bloody movie, probably in her head about you,” he grumbles at Necro. “After spending every fuckin’ day the past two weeks asking us when she could see you.”
