Page 78 of Addicted in Blood
He stepped back with hands raised.“The police are still looking for you.”
I shrugged.“I know how to evade cops.And I don’t need vamp babysitters.”I hated to focus my anger on Lucas.It wasn’t fair.I knew it.But I couldn’t hold it in.
Devon blamed me for his impaired mental state.I knew it.I felt it every time he looked at me.But even so, I would have done what I did all over again.If he never spoke to me again, at least he wouldn’t live the rest of his life in beast form.
I turned and walked off, almost expecting Lucas to come after me, but when I heard the doors slam shut from a block away, I’d never felt so alone.
ChapterThirty-Seven
I walkeda few blocks before I called the one person I could always trust would be there for me.
“Cressa?What’s going on?”Ginger’s tone was anxious.“Lucas said you took off on your own.”
“Well, he doesn’t waste any time."
“That’s not fair.”She was hurt.“He’s worried about you.”
“I’m sorry.I know.I’m just so frustrated.”
“He mentioned there was some strain between you and Devon.”
“Let’s see.I just left a meeting where he pretty much dismissed me in the meeting then left for Oasis without a backward glance.It’s possible I’m imaging everything, but I think he blames me for his current mental state.And his behavior around me seems to be shared with Sergi and Simone.So, yeah, there’s some strain.”
“Where are you?”
I stopped and looked around.“I’m not sure.”I wasn’t familiar with this particular street but knew this part of town.“Somewhere near the Hollows.”
“Why didn’t you ask Lucas to bring you to the manor?”
“I don’t know.I just needed air and time to think.”
“Why don’t I have him come get you?He won’t mind.”
I considered it, but anything that smelled of Devon would just irritate me.“Hey, is there a hide-a-key for the condo by any chance?”
“No.What kind of ID do you have on you?”
“None.I left it all behind since I was on a job.”
“Okay.This might be a problem, but your name is on the rental agreement.Stop at security, I’ll give them a call.Your name and password should be enough.”
Thank god for this woman.“What’s the password?”
She hesitated.
“Bono?”
She laughed.“You know me so well.”
Her mother was a rock groupie, and U2 had been her favorite band when Ginger was born.Now it was one of Ginger’s.
“Maybe I should meet you over there.”
“Don’t worry about me.You know I can handle myself.”
“That’s not why.”
I had stopped to lean against a wall to speak with her.The better to keep my eyes on my surroundings.No sane person would walk around the Hollows lost in thought on the phone.Not unless they had body guards.
