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ChapterTwenty
“Enough, Quinn,”Dugald says.
“Let her go,” Moira says. “She’s finally owning her own.”
Moira’s on my left while Dugald is on my right, clenching my fist in his hand. His eyes shift to Moira. There’s no mistaking the fact that they know each other, which should be impossible but then why am I surprised? Nothing is what it seems, not when I’m dealing with Fae.
I turn my anger and frustration on Moira. “Really? I thought you were my friend. Not part of all this bullshit.”
Moira smiles broadly and shrugs.
“I am your friend.”
“A friend who lies to me?”
“I never lied.”
“Semantics.”
“Stay away from her,” Dugald says. “She is not yours.”
“Oh, Dugald,” Moira purrs, “always so uptight. Can’t you ever learn to share.”
Moira walks closer, swaying her hips and pushing her chest forward while keeping her eyes locked on Dugald. His jaw tenses and he narrows his eyes. They don’t only know each other. Theyknoweach other. My stomach is instantly sour as a thrusting pain of jealousy drives into my heart.
Ridiculous. Dugald?
I can deny it all I want but I know this pain. Moira moves behind me and sidles up to Dugald. She touches his face, then trails her fingers down his cheek. Todd struggles, gasping for air while his friends stand to one side and whimper. One of them is in tears.
As fast as it came, the moment is over. My anger is spent and the power that I’ve been missing since I returned to this time dissipates. The screeching sound of approaching sirens echoes through the shop as they come closer. My stomach clenches and a wave of nausea so strong it makes my knees weak grips me.
I pull my arm off Todd. He slides down the wall to his feet, doubling over and gasping air. His friends rush in, supporting him. He looks up, his face white with rage. He points a shaky finger.
“I’m going to sue the shit out of you,” he hisses.
“No, no,” Moira says. “Can’t ’ave that now can we?”
She waves her fingers in his direction as if she’s shooing him away. His eyes glaze over, only for an instant, then he straightens and looks at his mates. The group of them don’t speak but turn as one unit and walk out ofRedux.
“I was handling it,” Dugald says.
“You didn’t.” Moira smiles.
The screaming sirens are close enough that the red/blue flash of lights shines through the front windows.
“We need to go,” Dugald says, shifting his grip from my still balled fist to my arm. He pulls me towards the door. Looking back, I see Moira walk towards the back. I’m going to have words with her, but not right now.
“I’ll be around,” Moira says with a friendly smile. “If you need me.”
I snort. I’m numb, lost, and mostly empty. I don’t resist Dugald’s control as he pulls me out the door. The sirens are louder; a police car races up the road towardsRedux. A low fog rolls down the sidewalk. Dugald and I walk into it. As we step into the white mists the street disappears.
Everything is white. Plain, empty, lacking any landmarks. I stop walking and pull myself free of Dugald’s grip, crossing my arms and glaring.
“What was that?” I ask.
“You mean you losing control and creating a scene?”
“No, not that, Moira. You know her. You—” I cut off the accusation of him knowing her in a biblical sense. That almost slipped out, but sometimes it’s better not to ask.
