“That’s for sure. Do you know what you're wearing tonight?” she says with a devilish grin.
“Not a clue. Care to help me pick it out?” I tilt my head toward the stairs leading to my bedroom.
“Lead the way,” she says.
Vix sets up her make-up kit on the dresser as I sit in a chair. I hear a knock at the door.
“That’s for me,” Vix chimes.
“Who is it?” I ask, but she’s already out the door.
How is she inviting people up here? How are they getting in?
Just as I’m about to investigate, she walks in, rolling her eyes with her boots in her hand.
“We have company,” she huffs.
Knox walks in behind her, grinning from ear to ear.
“Hi, Myssa,” he says, without a care in the world as he takes a seat on the bed.
I turn to look at him. “Shouldn’t you be downstairs?”
“Yeah, shouldn’t you?” She stares daggers at him as she crosses her arms in protest.
“Easy, killer, I’m on break. We are allowed those. Hence, why you have your boots, and that’s why you texted me,” he says, putting his hands up in defeat.
“Besides, I came to talk to Myssa,” he says, looking back at me.
“What’s up?” I say, as Vix starts applying my make-up.
“How are you doing? You know, with all the crazy.” He gestures with his hands like an explosion by his head.
That’s a loaded question, I decide. My sister and Jasper are always on my mind. Trying to live with some kind of normalcy at the same time as worrying about the things I can’t control creates such a tight web of conflict. Some days I feel guilty, knowing that Jasper has my sister, and that his end game is me. And yet I’m over here, just living my life. Most days I know Nik would be pissed if I spiraled, trying to figure it out. I have to trust that when Zayne has info, he will give it to me. Trust is not something I give lightly, after the constant betrayals I’ve suffered throughout my life.
There is something that’s been bugging me, though, so I figure, why not ask them while we’re all together?
“You know, now that I have the two of you in the same room, I have a question,”
Vix stops applying my make-up, and Knox sits up.
“Shoot,” he says.
“What do you know about Jonathan?” I ask.
Vix pauses what she’s doing, and I look from her to Knox. He swallows hard as his face turns pale. This was not the reaction I thought I’d get from this question. Feeling the discomfort in the room, I continue.
“I mean, I know bits and pieces of what Zayne has told me, but that’s about it. Like, is he a threat to us?”
Knox shifts on the bed. Happy-go-lucky Knox is speechless, and now it’s making me wonder if I should have opened this box of questions.
“Jonathan,” Vix starts to say, but just looks over at Knox, as if she’s not sure what she should say.
Finally, Knox finds his voice.
“You know, Jonathan was an Original, and that Jasper took his soul?” he says.
I silently nod, not wanting to interrupt.
