Page 157 of Anger

“I didn’t kill the man, so the blood wasn’t on my hands, but I caused it, so in a way it was.”

She was eight.

Her brother did the right thing.

I would have made the same choice.

Dropping her arm to her side, Blue’s eyes examine more scars. I can tell her the story of each and every one.

When she looks up at me again, she tilts her head.

“I’ll show you mine if you’ll show me yours.”

It was what she told me back when I first started coming to Myth to see her.

Banging on the door to the room has both our heads snapping in that direction.

“Time’s up, Blue. Back to your cage.”

I don’t recognize the voice, and the hair on the back of my neck stands on end. Blue may annoy the hell out of me, but I still feel the need to protect her.

She doesn’t bother looking at me.

“Gotta go. I’ll save the next three questions you owe me for later.”

“Who the fuck was that?”

Finally, she turns. “Frank. He’s the security guy who watches the rooms.”

“There are time limits?”

Blue nods. “And if I don’t leave here in the next minute or so, he’ll be coming in after me. It’s a security thing to make sure none of the girls are trapped and can’t get to the button.”

Sounds reasonable.

“How much longer do you have tonight?”

A wry smile curves her lips. “Can’t wait to get me alone again so I can finish those questions?”

I smile right back, knowing something she doesn’t know.

“Not at all. I’d just like to get some sleep tonight.”

Her brows tug together with suspicion. “Why?”

“We’ve got a plane to catch. Tomorrow, we leave for Georgia.”

It’s too bad I can’t grab my phone in time to snap a picture.

The look on Blue’s face is priceless.

. . .

“Apparently, you’re as lost on the road as you are in your head, Champ. You missed the turn to the airport.”

Rolling my eyes, I refuse to respond to the barb.

Blue has been pissed off all morning that I ignored her damn questions last night on the ride home and locked her out of my bedroom when we got to my place.

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