She looked offended.
“That’s part of what sisterhood is all about,” I educated her.
“Of course. I wouldn’t know, since my little sister was murdered as a child. Though I should pay attention, because you’re such a great sister to yours.”
My head moved involuntarily, like I’d been slapped.
Raye’s face changed immediately because she knew she took that too far.
And she so did.
Way too far.
“Loon—”
“No,” I bit, taking a step away from her. “I know what this is. I know Knox is your fiancé’s best friend. I know you care about him. I know you worry about me, Cap, Knox, our entire posse, and how what’s going on with Knox and me will affect it. I also know you and Cap are the honorary chiefs because you guys came first, and you started the Angels. And usually, that works, because usually, you’ve got a huge heart and give a shit about everything, and that includes the big picture and all that makes it.”
She opened her mouth.
But I was far from done.
“And now I know that you think I’m screwing that pooch with whatever is going on with Knox and me. What I also know is, you haven’t taken a single second to ask how I am dealing with all of this. How I’m confused and freaked and hurt and have been living an agony for over a goddamned year, being around the man I love who I cannot have. You have never, not once since I met you, been all about you. Except now, gravely unfortunately, when I need you to be even remotely about me.”
With that, I turned and walked away.
“Loon!” she called.
But she knew me.
She’d lit the fuse, the explosive detonated, now she needed to give me time to deal with the fallout before we figured our shit out, because if she didn’t, she’d make it worse.
This meant she didn’t follow me.
I hit my car glad I was going to face Knox feeling exactly like he did.
Cranky as all fuck.
But at least then, hopefully, one of the looming problems in my life might have some clarification, or (God) closure.
A girl could hope.
Or brace.
ELEVEN
NOTHING
Knox didn’t seem in the best mood.
We were on our late-night surveillance shift, watching the homeless camp in hopes of witnessing, then thwarting an abduction.
He’d been quiet and gave off a mildly moody vibe all night.
We’d swapped timeslots with Raye and Cap, who had the worst one, so all the AAHS were taking turns trading with them to give them a break—that timeslot being the dead of night—but I didn’t think that was the cause for his mood.
I just didn’t know what was.
He was at the window of the abandoned warehouse where we were doing our stakeout, night-vision binos up to his eyes.
