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Tough wouldnât look at me. He just kept rubbing his wrists where the handcuffs had been.
I couldnât think of anything to say. I wanted to hug him and be glad he was alive, but I wanted to hit him worse.
âNashville?â I asked him.
Tough shrugged.
âHow long you been back in town?â I asked.
âCouple days,â he said.
âBeen staying with Mitzi and Jason?â
âYou know labels wonât sign underage singers?â Tough said. âLike, itâs a law. Got to have signatures from your legal parents. Uh, guardians. Whatever.â
Thatâs when I realized he was slurring and leaning a little bit to one side.
âYouâre shitfaced,â I said.
He laughed. âAnd youâre not? What, am I early?â
âDid Mitzi give you something so she could get high off you?â I asked. âPills or something?â
âIt doesnât work like that, dumbass,â he said. âIt was just someâŠsomeâŠâ
âSome what?â
Tough straightened up and got this punk look on his face like he wasnât going to answer.
I grabbed a fistful of his jacket. âWhatâd she give you?â
He knocked my hand off.
âDonât touch me,â he said.
âWhy not? Mitzi and Jason own all the rights to you now?â I shoved him. âA man-whore?â Another shove. âAre you serious?â
âI said donât you fucking touch me!â
âYou going to stop me?â I said. He tried to get ahold of me, but I dodged at the last second and smacked him upside the head. âOr are your protectors?â
âDo you fucking know how long it wouldâve took Ryder to die?â Tough yelled.
âYouâre going to tell me?â I yelled back. âI picked up the pieces while your coward ass was halfway to Nashville!â
âIâm not ready to go in the fucking ground yet. Why is that so hard to understand?â
âYou are a genius, Tough,â I said. âWhy didnât I ever think of that? Just bend over and grab my ankles. That ought to work!â
âSuck my cock. Then suck it again, you OCD jizzwad.â
âAll right, but only if it gets me protection.â
I wasnât fast enough to dodge him that time. His shoulder hit me in the gut and we tripped off the porch. Falling flat on my back on the frozen ground knocked the wind out of me. Tough landed a few sloppy punches. I took an awkward swing, but it didnât even faze him.
âYou want to die, Colt?â Tough was screaming now. âYou want to die before youâre twenty? âCause I donât. Youâre fucking crazy if you thinkââ
It was like a bomb went off. First Tough was sitting on my stomach trying to punch like he wasnât high off his ass, then when I could see again, I was standing over him, choking on the cold air and coughing out these big white breaths. Toughâs cheek under his eye was swelling and his nose was broken and bleeding.
âCome on, bitch,â he yelled. âHit me like you mean it. Do Ryder proud!â
I backed up until I was leaning against the side of the cabin. I didnât do that to Tough. I wouldnât have done that.
Tough got up on one knee. âFeel better?â
âGet the hell out of here,â I said.
When he snorted, a spray of blood and snot dotted his jacket. He winced and put his hand over his nose.
âYou jealous fucking asshole,â he said, stumbling a little as he stood up. âI shouldâve seen it sooner. I got friends, Iâm banging a smoking hot nymphoââ
âDonât dress it up,â I said. âYouâre screwing an undead pedophile so that dumbass Jasonâll keep Kathan off your back.â
âOh, yeah, thatâs right. I ainât got to watch my six anymore, either.â Tough pointed over his shoulder. âThatâs your two plus two plus two, in case you couldnât translate it from not-crazy.â
I shook my head. âI hope to God Sissy canât see this.â
All Toughâs teenager bullshit dropped. He stood there staring at me like Iâd whipped out a gun and shot him.
âWhat?â I said. âYou going to cry now? You made your choice. Sissy would be disgusted.â
âFuck you.â Tough started backing toward the tree line. He tripped, then screamed so hard his voice cracked, âFuck you!â
âGo see if Mitzi and Jasonâll let you sleep between them.â
I hate that memory. If I knew where it was stored in my brain, Iâd take a knife and gouge it out so I wouldnât have to think about how stupid I was, how bad I messed up.
Mikalâs laugh jangled around inside my head like chain links.
Fuck you, I told her. But the last of the ants were gone. Iâd made it.
Desty
I couldnât find the diner Mayor Dark had been pushing, but there was a bakery on the square with a sign in the window that said it had NP-protected wireless internet, so I went inside. It was more sophisticated than I was expecting for a place as rural as Haloâmore coffee shop chic than farm-town eateryâbut being the NP mecca of the US probably had something to do with that.
There were three people in line in front of me, so I had time to count the money I had left after my idiotic recon of the Dark Mansion. Just under two bucks in coins. Halo was an expensive place to look for somebody.
âWhat can I get you, hon?â the woman behind the counter asked. Tiffani, according to her apron. She was middle-aged, with hair that dark shade of reddish-maroon that no one actually has, and her irises were a weird, brassy color, but the real attention-getter was her fangs. She caught me staring at them. âYeah, Iâm a vampire. Now, what can I get you?â
I checked the price board.
âUm, a plain bread knot,â I said.
Tiffani sized me up and I wondered if I was starting to look like someone who lived out of a backpack or if
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