“You little—” He snarled, lunging at me, but his hands went right through, making the red puff out around him.
“Bodily harm requires a body,” I taunted.
And just like that I was back in my body and being dragged up from the floor. “You better hope those bodies are where they’re supposed to be,” he said, jutting his face up close to mine.
The water to the shower shut off.
“Better go see,” I said, injecting a dare behind my words. There was a huge chunk of ice in my gut.Get him the hell out of here!the voice inside me was screaming. I looked at the bathroom door.Stay in there.
With a wave of his hand, a doorway appeared right beside the bed. The Reaper started forward, grabbing me and pulling me along with him. I didn’t put up a fight. I wanted him out of here and as far away from Frankie as he could be. And it seemed the fastest way for that to happen was for me to go with him.
And so I went, the door he created snapping shut behind us like it hadn’t been there at all.
Chapter Thirty-Six
“Therapy - the treatment of physical, mental, or social disorders or disease.”
Frankie
I drove his Ferrari to the airport and left it in the long-term parking lot. If it got stolen or damaged, it was his fault for being a wimp and disappearing on me like that.
I mean, really. Did he not know me well enough by now to know I wouldn’t have dissolved in a puddle of simpering tears if he told me he only said those things because he was high on sex? Or maybe he was just trying to keep his precious face intact because hedidknow me and he knew I would have rearranged it.
At the ticket counter, I maxed out my credit card buying a flight back to Alaska and sat there at the gate, praying I wouldn’t get sandwiched between someone who liked to talk and someone that smelled like bacon and sweat. Never mind that my eyes kept straying to the crowd and I hoped to see him pushing through, trying to stop me from leaving.
This wasn’t some movie likePretty Womanwhere the rich guy comes riding up in his limo with roses and begs the girl to take him back after he acted like an idiot.
After all, Charming hadn’tactedlike an idiot. Hewasan idiot.
And I certainly wasn’t going to forgive him.
The flight was endless and far less comfortable than the private jet we took to get to Scotland. I kept praying that I wouldn’t have a panic attack from all the turbulence I felt sitting on the very last seat on the plane. I knew if I started barfing I wouldn’t stop and it would all likely be blood because those razorblade wings were back and they were making mincemeat out of my belly.
When we finally landed, I pulled my cell phone out of my purse and powered it on. I wasn’t looking to see if he called. I knew he hadn’t. It didn’t stop my heart from plummeting when the only missed calls were from Piper.
Piper. That was a whole other huge mistake. I had four missed calls and four texts from her. We’d barely talked in weeks. I was not only stupid for giving away my heart to the wrong man, but I also ruined a friendship while doing it.
I sent her a quick text:Just getting back into town. We’ll talk soon.And then I threw my phone back into the bottom of my bag.
I took a cab home, spending the last of my cash, and trudged up to my apartment. I dumped my bag on the floor and fell face first into the couch.
That’s when I started crying.
Whoever said “big girls don’t cry” never got their heart broken. It hurt. A lot. I wished I could just eat a box on donuts, go shopping and watch a bunch of movies where guys got the shaft and get over him, but I couldn’t do that. I was too busy wondering where he was. If he was okay and if he knew I left.
I turned my head and caught a familiar scent that made me ache all over again. I looked down. I was still wearing his T-shirt. I forgot to take it off.
I should’ve taken it off and lit it on fire. I should’ve run into the kitchen and stick it in the garbage disposal.
I pulled it closer around me.
I was pathetic.
I looked at the posters of Marilyn. She understood heartbreak. She knew how shitty men were.
There was a knock at my door.
“Go away!” I groaned.
