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I acknowledged the feeling for what it was, shoved it out of my psyche, along with a piece of my sanity. But poof…the jealousy was gone. My heart was empty again, a black hole, exactly how I want it.

Tommy takes a seat next to me at the head of the table in my formal dining room. The chandelier lights are dimmed, with two candles burning in the center. This room is stunning; it’s such a shame we don’t gather here anymore.

My hand runs over his thigh. “Did you and Didi have a nice time?”

His knee shakes and a bead of sweat forms on his brow as if on cue, and he runs his hand along the back of his neck. “Talia.”

I wave him off before he can finish and squeeze his knee. “Give her whatever she needs, Tommy. I won’t be angry if you want to fuck her again. I want her to be comfortable here.”

He swallows a bob in his throat.

He really is stupid. He’s spent the last few days trying to prove his love for me, only to fall under her spell the minute she looked up at him with those innocent eyes. If either of them thinks this girl is theirs, they are sadly mistaken.

Because Didi is all mine.

I might not be able to unleash hell on this town the way I want to, but she can. I will get revenge on the people I suspect were behind my death. They had to hide it, of course, when I showed up at church the next day like nothing had happened. The look on Cindy’s face was priceless. The blood rushed from her face, as it always does whenever she has to look me in the eye. I showed up every Sunday after that…I made a point of it.

Tommy’s hand finds mine, and I squeeze it. “As long as my needs are met, I simply don’t care,” I add.

I might have cared yesterday, and I might care tomorrow, but today, my mind is occupied by the Sigma party and the plans I have for Didi today. I shift to sitting on his lap, and he curls his arms around my waist, and I inhale Didi’s sweet scent lingering all over him.

Today’s the day Cindy will get her reckoning. After tonight, she will know I am coming for her.

“Talia, I’m sorry,” he whispers.

“It’s fine, Tommy.”

Bax strolls in, looking mighty pleased with himself, and takes a seat across from us. His eyes are hidden by his faded circle sunglasses.

He and I were just together, preparing for later. He sits down, his long hair parted in the middle and gives me a peace sign. Tommy looks at him, then back to me, looking utterly bewildered.

Bax is growing on me. He’s the only one who isn’t head-over-heels for our new roommate, and he’s become the most useful to me.

Remy walks in just as Didi appears from the basement. He watches her for a moment, then takes a seat. She bites her lip, unsure of herself, shifting her gaze between Tommy and Remy, but ultimately goes to sit on Remy’s lap.

I wonder if she smells like sex, because Tommy sure does.

Remy’s arm opens, and she sits, resting her head on his chest, but not before tilting his head down to kiss her.

“Hi,” she whispers.

He darts his attention to Tommy, who looks guilty as sin. “Hi, little lamb,” he says back, and Tommy bristles.

The room is silent. We all just stare, a silent standoff in a space echoing with unspoken thoughts, surrounded by rich wood and mahogany.

Lucy, bless her, enters with our food. Following instructions, she serves the guest of honor first. Her head remains bowed, a picture of subservience to the darkness.

Remy ignores her and continues kissing Didi like no one else is in the room, clearly making a point to Tommy.

“Remington?” I say from across the table, and he pulls away from her, arching his brow.

“What is it?”

“Will you please bless the food?”

Remy scoffs and Bax chuckles. “Since when do we bless the food?”

I shoot him a look. “Diana is our guest, and she’s religious; therefore, it would be rude of us not to offer her a prayer.”