Page 77 of For Wrath and Redemption
He narrows his eyes slightly. “You’re sure this is a good idea?”
He’s skeptical. I don’t blame him. I am, too. But I also think it’s necessary. Jonah and I need a bit of space to reset our priorities. He needs to check his wrath, and I need to check my...well...lust.
And anxiety.
And guilt.
And lust.
What a mess.
I nod and give him a reassuring smile.
“I do. It’s much needed. I think Jonah will be fine, actually, but he’s got José with him just to be safe.”
“Very well. I assume I won’t be seeing much of you?”
“Probably not, but you have my number if you need it.”
I say my goodbyes to Hammond, then take the elevator to my floor. I specifically asked to be as far from the band as possible when I called him yesterday. I worried that I’d overreacted all day, but when Jonah didn’t return after the show, I knew it was the right call.
I’m not abandoning him like I did my brother. I won’t make that mistake again. Not now. Not when I’m so close to redemption—to actuallyhelpingsomeone. I’m seeing this to the end.
Jonah Hendrix is my penance.
I meant it when I said he would regret it if I left.
What I didn’t admit was that I would regret it, too.
22
JONAH
“What the fuckis up with you?”
Torren tosses a french fry at my head. I was zoning again. Spiraling.
“What do you mean?”
“You’ve been throwing silent tantrums all week. Why don’t you just call her and apologize?”
I arch a brow. “Who?”
“Don’t be an idiot.”
“What makes you think I did something to apologize for? Fuck, what makes you think it’s about her at all?”
Torren looks at me like I actuallyaman idiot. Then he smirks.
“You check her social media profile multiple times a day. You log into your own, too, and I know it
’s just to see if she’s posted anything new. And...”
There’s a pause, and I sigh.
“And what, dick?”
“And this is the first time in weeks that you’ve been a moody bastard. Doesn’t take a rocket scientist to put two and two together. She’s gone MIA, and you’ve regressed back into an asshole.”
