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Long after Isaiah left me in the gym where he found me to go be with his family,that shitstayed around.
It was one thing for Tati to suggest it, to insist on it, another for someone much closer to my situation, much closer totrulyunderstanding.
Maybe it was worth considering.
Or maybe not.
Maybe it was just people trying to “fix” something beyond repair.
I didn’t want to think about it, really.
When Tati told me to go, I’d done just that, and hadn’t been toPredatorterritory in any shape or form since. Instead I’d chosen to get fussed over by Alicia. That was where Isaiah had found me, trying my best to drain all my physical energy out, in hopes that sleep would find me easily.
It did not.
What did find me was a text from Margeaux.
She wanted to meet up before she left town.
As much as I didn’t want to think about that night at Renard’s, she held answers to other questions I had, and I hadn’t seen her since then. Honestly, I’d assumed she was already gone, already halfway across the ocean to get to Etienne.
But her text confirmed otherwise.
So I met her.
At some restaurant of her choosing, that required getting much more “dressed” than I felt like getting, but considering she’d saved my life…
She was waiting for me at the bar when I arrived, already with a drink in her hand and a Kimble bourbon sitting on the bar top at my seat.
“You’re looking much better than the last time I saw you.” She smirked as I sat down. “Much more in control of yourself.”
“Funny,” I said, peering at the liquor in front of me. “This isn’t laced with anything, is it?”
“Why would I do that?” she asked. “You’re one of my favorite people, Nyx.”
“Margeaux, you hate everybody.”
“Exactly.” She laughed. “You should be flattered, really.”
“I’ll keep that in mind,” I said, sipping from the glass. It tasted normal enough, so I took another sip.
“How is Tatiana? That bruise she had was nasty.”
I sighed. “She’s doing just fine.”
Margeaux raised an eyebrow. “Uh-oh… trouble in paradise?”
I shrugged, draining the liquor from the glass. “You could say that.”
“Aww… is your sad boy shit ruining everything?”
“What?”
She laughed. “You heard me. Tati isn’t… damaged enough to let that ride. She has her shit that she’s dealt with, yeah, but like… she’s gonna ‘do the work’, and ‘fix her life’ and shit,” Margeaux said, thanking the bartender as she put a plate of boudin cakes down in front of us. “You can’t be fucking up that vibe.”
I groaned. “Goddamn, are you on thistherapy worksvibe too?”
“Me?!” She giggled. “I don’t think a therapist could survive me, but…. you’d probably do well. You thinking about it?”
