Page 45 of Sinister Legacy
They’re too lost in each other to care.
Ava scrunches up her nose when Jasper sits down and slides his arm over her shoulder. “What are you doing?”
“Trying his luck,” I chuckle, sipping my beer.
There’s nothing on the TV except for an old movie we’ve all watched before. I avoid the news channels like the plague. Blackwoods is back on the map, whether we like it or not.
“He’s hot,” Hayley whispers, leaning back against my chest.
I stare at my phone screen. There’s still no reply, and my messages remain unread. Where is this unease coming from? Maybe she’s busy. But then again, it’s late, and she should be at home by now.
Besides, Keira checks her phone regularly. Maybe she’s with him. I heard from a buzzing fly that they were meeting up at Blackwoods Bay, and that thought annoys me more than it should.
“Did you hear what I said?” Hayley asks, her lips close to my ear.
I dim my screen. “You think the actor is hot.”
“More than hot.”
After unlocking my screen again, I open social media.
“What do you say, Ava? Do you think he’s hot?”
“I prefer the guy who plays his dad.”
“His dad?” Hayley all but shrieks. “He’s in his fifties or something!”
In my periphery, Ava shrugs. “I like them older.”
I click on Keira’s profile at the same time Jasper bursts out laughing.
“Didn’t I say you’re hiding a dark side?”
“So I’m hiding a dark side just because I find an old man in a movie attractive?” She snorts, taking a sip of her gin and tonic. “Yeah, right.”
Keira hasn’t posted in a few days. The latest photograph is a selfie of her and Cassie out on the quad between classes.
I scroll down, pausing at a picture of her and Liam. Against my better judgment, I follow the tag to his profile.
Big mistake.
Liam likes to show her off on his profile as though she’s a fucking prize.
While she only posts the occasional picture of him, he posts a fuck ton more of her.
There are only so many pictures of them, smiling and kissing, that I can take before I want to smash my phone against the wall.
So maybe I like her more than I want to admit to myself.
And maybe that’s why I avoid her in the daylight, away from the protection of night. Because despite me fucking her in every position imaginable while threatening her with a weapon or making her bleed with my blade or teeth, she goes back to him.
Every. Fucking. Day.
All the while, he’s nothing but a fucking asshole who fucks around behind her back. Liam doesn’t deserve her. He doesn’t even know how to fuck her properly.
“You’re thinking too hard,” Hayley whispers, her breath scented with gin and tonic.
Grinding my teeth, I drop my head back against the couch, taking another sip of beer. The bottle is almost empty, but there’s enough for another three large swallows.
