Page 131 of Let It Snow
He chuckles loudly, steps back, his face takes on kinda darkly grimace.
"Keep your cool, Snow… You’re starting to melt down, brother. And please, stop living in a Game Master mode, will you? It’s called a God complex. Unless you wanna end up dead."
"What’s that supposed to mean?"
But Bay doesn’t answer, just takes another draw and starts to walk away, but I grab his arm. His body is like steel and doesn’t budge even when I pull him.
"Arrogance walks before a fall, Snow. Keep that in mind," my twisted brother says in an icy tone and disappears into the shadows behind the garage.
I lean my back against the wall where Bay stood moments ago.
Only one thought keeps circling back to me.
I know days of trial are coming, because myblind spotis already spreading across the horizon of the future.
All I can do is trust that Summer and I will endure whatever lies ahead.
SUMMER
A week later
I press my face to the narrow gap between the gate and the wall, my heart pounding so hard I can barely hear my own thoughts.
The unpleasant surprise comes when I spot a small guard booth set up on the edge of the driveway, right on the grass. Of course, the Nolans must have taken Detective Arnold’s advice seriously, something I completely forgot about. Inside are two guards.
So I have to knock them out temporarily, cutting off blood flow to their brains for just a moment. They’ll wake up soon with headaches and dizziness, but I need a bit of quiet to think.
For a moment, I just stare at the Nolans’ white house, its garden lights spilling along the walls. From a distance, I see bright light pouring from the windows, silhouettes moving inside.
My breath catches in my chest, and my hand instinctively drops into the pocket where I keep Snow’s letter. I know it by heart by now, tormenting myself by reading it and sobbing over it all week.
I want so badly to see him, even from afar, but I feel so stupid; I ran off, left him like what we had had meant nothing. I just stood there and watched him leave.
And I paid for it. I've been on heavy painkillers for a week now. Damn you, Moon! You were right.
Now I have no idea how to rebuild what we had with Snow. Why does it always have to be this complicated with me?
I keep coming back to the same conclusion: nothing ever feels good enough to me. I can’t seem to enjoy what I have. Instead of focusing on the good, I zero in on the bad. It’s like getting a hundred positive comments and obsessing over the negative one. One!
And the worst part is, there wasn’t even a real ‘negative comment’ this time. I just let the heat recovery phase get to me, scramble my mind, and make me lose sight of what really matters.
My parents told me the same thing. "You’re crazy, Summer! No omega should make decisions in that state. The best relationships have been destroyed by things said during heat recovery."
I press my lips together, hesitating for a moment. But I have to make it right. Just like Moon predicted, my brain cells finally came back online once the hormone storm passed.
So I haul myself up and swing over the fence.
The second I land on the other side, my nerves spike.
What now? Do I just go to the door and knock? Or sneak around to the room where I used to stay and act like nothing happened, like I never left? Because in a way, I didn’t. Being away from him feels like not existing at all. It’s been a bad dream I couldn’t wake up from for the past week.
Yes, the Pull between Snow and me is different. It doesn’t kill me, but it sure gives me a constant pounding in my temples, not to mention the stubborn boner. Enough is enough.
Passing by the guard booth, I creep toward the porch, filling my lungs with air that smells of flowers and freshly cut grass.
Like a ghost, I move to the window and peek inside since the blinds are raised.
The Nolan family has gathered for dinner. I see Bay, Aiden, and Lake, and even Jordan. Snow is sitting in his usual place at the table.
