In black and white, some things are hard to ignore.
Daddy bang bang.
His heart wrenches sharply like it always does whenever he thinks of her.The loss she carved in this world when she left it remains unbearable.
Many things she was wrong about, but Carrigan had one part of her tirade bang to rights.
You’re twisting these kids.
Warping everyone.
He tries to focus,hasto focus because when he performed that crazy fucking ritual, he had nothing to lose.
Only now there is.
There had been a reason to live all this time, hidden away.
Kade.Jules.Doesn’t matter.
It’shim,his boy.
He’d know him anywhere.
Lachlan has four more nights until his life is forfeit for failing to kill those responsible for what happened to Mimi and Jules.A poor conclusion, and a wasteful one.The only consolation he has left to offer is this notebook.
A faithful recounting, or so he thought when he started it.
It’s not the first lapse he’s had in recalling specific details since he started writing this to leave to Kade.Several small anomalies in his otherwise painfully excellent recollection of events gave him pause.Reliving those three and a half years is difficult enough that a few discrepancies make sense, but Lachlan is cynical at heart.He wonders about the memory he gave up.The demon said it was a single memory, but clever wording can obscure much.
All he can do now is leave behind a record of his time with the people he loved, something Kade might one day turn to if he ever wants answers.
He pushed Kade away earlier but, God, it hurts to look at the man he loves without a flicker of recognition in those honey brown eyes.Lachlan is sure he sawhisJules when Kade was dancing.Fighting too.
This world has been without Lachlan for seven years.
It’s all so different.
There’s no Danya anymore to defend him.
No Blaire to turn to when things are bad.
No Mimi to love.No Jules to lose himself in.
Lachlan has to face what he allowed to happen.
The scope of his failure.
His stomach growls so loud it interrupts Lachlan’s moody train of grim thought.Ever since he woke after the ritual, he’s been starving and it only seems to be getting worse.Kade is right, it’s probably his metabolism going crazy from all the healing.
He needsair.
Lachlan pulls on a jacket and doesn’t bother to tidy anything inside the stolen van he’s been living out of.On the floor beside the notebook is the letter he found pinned to the van window today.
The page inside contains only a few words written in outrageously beautiful handwriting.Meet me tomorrow night, where once we shared home - V
It’s cold outside tonight and being at the very top of a high-rise parking lot makes it even more so, but he has a clear view through the telescopic lens of the Tower from here, so it’s fine for what he needs.
Unarmed.Starving.Hollow in ways no food could touch.
