Page 233 of Jagged Souls
“I’m not,” I say.
I’m just terrified.
Because I know she’s snuck out to get high.
Seventy-Three
HER
I went into Dayne’s room today for the first time since I lost him. Found the card he’d left me. He hadn’t left me a note like a normal person. No, he’d left me a fucking card. A ‘sorry for your loss’ card. The fucker had bought me his own fucking good-bye card, and he’dwrittenin it.
I traced his hand-written message with my finger, the last thing I had of his soul, and I cried.
Don’t cry for me.
I died doing something I loved: protecting you.
I love you, and I’ll be waiting for you in the Underworld with a whole host of books I’ve stolen from Hades’ library. I’ll even let you read me one of those porn books you love so much and spank me whenever I laugh. You think that’ll make Varius spank me too? ;)
Okay, look, not going to lie, some things happened between us in your absence. Not like that, porn-brain. But I’ve come around to him. He’s alright. He clearly loves you.
Not as much as me, obviously. And when he’s stressed, he doesn’t look as handsome either. I can pull off the ‘two hours of sleep, forgotten beard scruff, and haggard eyes’ look so much better than him.
I love you, Micha. Forever and always.
Death can’t stop that.
PS: Delete my search history. Actually, just burn my whole computer.
Then I came here, to Ezriel’s office, the one Talon used to occupy as he managed the distribution of Ricks and Vs.
Ineededto come here.
Because Dayne tore apart my heart.
And Varius hates me.
He thinks I’m disgusting.
Ugly.
Wrong.
Adisease.
He can’t bring himself to touch me.
He won’t even hold me.
Or sleep with me.
Or even just actuallysleepwith me.
Because he doesn’t trust me anymore.
Fuck.
I don’t know why he hasn’t thrown me out of the house.
