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“Farrow?”
“That’s the one.”
“Can you believe the little shit disappeared on us? The house is a total mess.” Tabitha pouted. “You know… we’re worthy, too.”
“Beg to differ.”
“Don’t be so harsh.” She giggled. The hyena laugh screeched down my ears like nails on a blackboard, reminding me I only ever liked Octi’s. “You know what you need, Zach?”
“A conversation partner who doesn’t have the IQ of a dead starfish.”
“Someone to complete you. A girl who’s simple and easy.” She flung her hair over one shoulder. “Like me.”
If only empty minds came with mute buttons.
“Free advice?” I locked my car, not trusting any of the Ballantine women not to steal it. “Describing yourself as low hanging fruit? Not as appealing as you think it is.”
“You’re not as tough asyouthink you are, you know.” She followed me to the gaping front door. “You’re an open book.”
“And you’re illiterate.” I strode right past her, inviting myself in. Apparently, I could add trespassing to my list of negative influences Farrow had on me. “Where is she?”
I went from room to room, noticing the layers of filth. Every inch reeked of rotten food.
The crack in the dining room wall—only a small fissure when I’d last visited—had metastasized, slashing from end to end. Dirty dishes sprouted from piles of clothes, peppering the stained carpet.
Did these people do anything when Fae wasn’t here to serve them?
Tabitha tailed me, shimmying her miniskirt down her thighs. “Is it true that you’re engaged now?”
Unfortunately.
I started taking the stairs to the second floor.
“I hope you don’t think you have a chance with Fae.” She panted, trying to keep up with me, white-knuckling the banister as I poured into the hallway. “Because you don’t. No one does. She… she’s incapable of emotions. She’s always been like this. Unsympathetic. Unloving. Weir?—”
I spun, getting so close to her I could see the pink blemishes staining her face. “Don’t finish that sentence if you value your meaningless life. Farrow Ballantine’s pinky nail is worth more than your entire being. Now make yourself useful.”
She blinked, stunned by my reaction. “H-how?”
Good question.
Her breath fanned across my cheek.
I wanted to tear the flesh off.
“Get the fuck out of here. Take a walk.” I reared back, putting as much space between us as the narrow hall would allow. “I need to talk to your sis—” No, she wasn’t her sister. “To Fae.”
Aside from the obvious indicator of her presence, her car, I knew Octi lurked somewhere within these walls for the simple fact that she didn’t have anywhere else to go.
Tabitha sniffed, her lower lip poking out. “You don’t actually like her, do you?”
No, I don’t like her.
I more than like her.
I’m tragically obsessed with her.
“Leave.”
