Page 16 of The Wayward Sons & The Vampires of Fortune
“Gray—”
“Not a fuckin’ chance,” I snarled.Fuck this.No way in hell would this work. Not without me punching him.
“Gray—”
“Fuck you.” I pushed away from the table. I wasn’t staying here. “This ain’t goin’ to—”
“Sit your ass down, sunshine,” Sam ordered. And as if on command, my entire body did.Traitor.
“You got no right to call me that.”
“Maybe, but it made you listen, didn’t it?” He smirked.Fucker.He sat across from me, and we entered into the world’s most uncomfortable staring contest. Glaring contest? Probably the latter. At least, I was glaring. He was just staring.
Whatever it was, I was pissed. Beyond pissed. I didn’t have the goddamn words to describe how angry I was.
“Are you goin’ to talk?” I demanded.
“Are you going to listen?” Sam countered, arching an eyebrow.
“What the hell happened to your accent?” I asked. “You sound fuckin’ ridiculous.”
“Dialect training,” he said. “I wanted to be taken seriously in my career. The accent wasn’t going to cut it.”
“Right,” I drawled. “Wouldn’t want you soundin’ like me, now would we?”
“Gray—”
“Why the fuck are you even here?”
“Because you need help.”
“You’re the last person I need help from.”
“Were you always this difficult?”
“Prison made me difficult,” I shot back, and he visibly cringed. With a heavy sigh, he crossed his arms and leaned against the table.Leaned in closer.
“About that,” he began slowly.
“Don’t you dare,” I interjected. “I don’t need your goddamn apologies.”
“I owe you an apology,” he said over me, ignoring my objections. “I never should’ve let you take the fall for what I did. I didn’t mean to ruin your life.”
The audacity of this man.
“My life ain’t fuckin’ ruined just because you’re an irresponsible dick,” I snapped. “I like my life. I love my life. And right now, my only goal in life is to get Ryder away from the goddamn vampires. So, unless you have somethin’ useful to say aboutthat, I don’t want to talk to you. I don’t want to sit here with you. I don’t want anything to do with you. I ain’t some fuckin’ pushover anymore, you hear me?”
“Duly noted,” Sam murmured.
“Duly noted,” I scoffed. “You sound like a fuckin’ douchebag now.”
“You done?” he replied. “Because we have a plan.”
“Well, at least you’re useful for somethin’,” I muttered. “What’s the plan?”
“Where are you staying?” he asked instead.
“That ain’t important.”Okay, I didn’t need him to know I didn’t have a place.I’d checked out of our hotel right after Ryder was arrested. I needed to be ready to run. “What’s the plan?”
