Page 190 of Vicious Saint
But not enough of either to start crying so I’ll take it as a win.
“It’s just n-nice to have another person in my life who gets me.”
“And I don’tgetyou?”
“Of course you do,” she says through a half-hearted laugh. “B-but only in the ways you can.”
“So what is it you need? A sleepover? Fucking spa day? What?” I hold up my bruised hand. “’Cause I could totally use a mani.”
“As much as I love a good girls’ day with you…it’s not the s-same as having one with anactualgirl.”
Sadness steals whatever bit of happiness is left on Theory’s face, and it would be a fuck ton easier to fix if I wasn’t the asshole holding the bag.
“So I’ll find you a girl, Theory. Just not this one.”
She shakes her head. “You don’t g-get it.”
“So help me fucking get it!”
“I want Hendrix, Saint! N-nobody else. Especially n-not one of the Royal Heathens.”
“Hendrix is a nobody,” I grit out, unable to shake the sting that comes with the lie.
“Yeah, w-well, not to me.”
Motherfucker.
Why do these girls insist on making me do shit the hard way?
Theory may be the more docile one between us, but she shares my stubbornness, and like me, her stubbornness will only intensify the more I demand she stays away.
It’s human nature to want what you can’t have.
I’ve been a prime example for over a year.
So if there’s any shot at keeping my sister out of the Salvini-Ivanov crossfire, it’s going to have to be by choice.
The hatred I felt toward myself in the bathroom pales in comparison to what I know I’ll have to do to keep them both safe.
I can’t risk being forced to choose between Hendrix and Theory—because there would be no question who it’d be.
And right now, the thought of losing Hendrix is enough to trigger pitch black thoughts nobody dares to speak out loud.
Something I’ve only ever felt for Theory.
Which is why Ihaveto keep them apart until me and my dad sort this out.
Earlier I mentioned I don’t like hurting people…or making irreparable mistakes. What I didn’t mention?
Is how I won’t hesitate to do both if I need to.
“I don’t want you getting hurt…”
Consider the proverbial bait tossed…and caught by Theory before it even hits the water.
“Hendrix would n-never hurt me.”
“You sure about that?”
