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“He wouldn’t have put it in my name if he was planning on coming back.”
Leaving it to me was just another wordless goodbye.
“Of course he would. August didn’t want you to move out while he was gone.”
I scowled.
“Check your bank account,” he added.
“Why would I do that?”
I knew my bank account was looking grim. I’d been aware of that before I met August. My scholarship money was about gone, and I only had a two-month cushion to start my job in Scale Ridge, or I’d need to move back home.
I’d already emailed Brynn’s brother-in-law about working for his vampire-hunting company, and he’d agreed to hire me after all of the mate stuff was sorted out.
So I had a job… potentially.
One that would remind me of August constantly.
“Just do it, El.”
I took another bite of my donut.
He sighed, crossing the room to sit down beside me. When he grabbed my phone off the couch, he tilted it to unlock the device with my face. Then, he went looking for my banking app.
Eli scanned my face again after pulling it up, then placed the screen in front of my eyes.
I stared at it for a long, silent moment.
And another.
And another.
Then I finally ripped it from Eli’s hand, my forehead creasing as I stared.
There were more numbers than there had been the last time I opened it.
A lot more numbers.
I clicked around, finding my name at the top, then opened up my transactions to find multiple large deposits from an A Sky. They had been occurring throughout the past month, so I knew Eli hadn’t just wired the money.
“What the hell?” I finally asked, looking at the dragon again.
“I told you, he’s coming back,” Eli said. “He would be here right now if he wasn’t in prison.”
I shook my head, dropping my phone back on the couch.
It would take me ages to process the money thing. And the cabin thing.
But ultimately, none of those proved what Eli thought they did.
“August felt bad about putting me through heat, and about the pain I felt during it. If he’s as rich as you’re suggesting, leaving me the cabin and a ton of money isn’t a sign he’s coming back. It’s an apology.” I put the rest of my donut down, my stomach clenching.
I was still hungry, but I was also sad.
And hurt.
Tears were stinging my eyes all over again, refusing to dry up for good.
