The guy was unconscious. He had a split lip and it looked like a broken nose. The way he lay so still, I wondered if he was dead.Is that what I looked like the night I died? Was I that still and pale with blood on my face?
I realized the room was entirely too quiet. I glanced around. People were staring. Everyone was staring. Except for the men who were bent over the man I pummeled.
I hadn’t been trying to kill him. I was just trying to forget.
And then I realized if he were dead, I would have broken yet another one of G.R.’s rules: kill no one but a Target.
I’d gotten away with it once… many years ago. Something else I really didn’t want to remember. Afterward I’d walked around in a state of panic thinking G.R. would find out and Recall me. But he never did.
I didn’t think I would get that lucky twice.
The man in the ring moaned and relief poured through me. He wasn’t dead. It wasn’t really that I valued his life so much—I had no value for life at all.
I just didn’t want to make this job any harder than it already was.
Chapter Twelve
“Bandage - a strip of material such as gauze used to protect, immobilize, compress, or support a wound or injured body part.”
Frankie
The best part about today? It was almost over. The lines at the DMV today had been longer and more hellacious than usual. Or maybe my mood was just more hellacious that usual. Starting my day with a demanding, self-important moron banging on my door at the crack of dawn just set me off on the wrong path.
On my way out the door, I rummaged through my endless bag of things I might need but never actually used, searching for my keys. When I couldn’t find them, a little tingle of panic shot through me, the kind of panic I always felt when I thought I lost something important.
Except I didn’t lose my keys.
I didn’t have them because I didn’t drive to work today.
“Ugh!” I burst out, stomping my foot on the pavement, and turned to go back into the building. A flash of red caught my eye. I did a double take over my shoulder and sure enough, my Jeep was sitting in the parking lot.
I had no idea how it got there, but I wasn’t about to complain. Now I didn’t have to call a cab. I hurried over to the driver’s side and opened the door; my keys were in the ignition.
Charming had to have done this. He’s the only one that knew I hadn’t driven to work. He’s also the only idiot I knew that would park my Jeep in the parking lot and leave the keys in the ignition.
“Well, I guess that’s better than him actually walking inside. Then I would’ve had to see him again,” I said out loud, disgust lacing my tone.
“Are you referring to me?” someone said from the back seat.
“Agh!” I practically fell out of the Jeep as I was climbing in.
“What are youdoing?” I demanded, swinging my purse behind me to whack him on the leg.
He dodged the blow and sat up. “Well, I’ll tell you what I’mnotdoing and that’s being comfortable. The back seat in this thing is worse than a Porta Potty on a hot day.”
I snorted. “Like you ever use a Porta Potty.”
“I brought your Jeep here because I knew you didn’t have a way home. I was trying to be nice.”
“Please. You aren’t nice. What do you want?”
“Can we go now?” he asked, sitting up from his reclined position. “I left my car at your apartment.”
I turned around to glare at him, but my glare fell away. “What happened to your face?”
“Nothing.”
It wasn’t nothing. He had an angry red gash on his eye that was starting to blacken. “You need to put some ice on that.”
