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I matter.
I’m important.
It’s all supposed to somehow lead me to my real family and lead me to running…a part of the mafia?
I shiver when I think about that.
Then I wonder just how much power I have.
Such as… do I have the power to enjoy the hearts and company of two guys who hate each other?
“And this is why you need to be with theHeirs,” Birdie says. “That’s just basic facts, Jaci. When you’re anHeir, you have power. A lot of it. There’s so much pressure that comes with it too. I know they look fancy and all that, but it comes with a price.”
“I don’t know a thing about myself and my life,” I say.
“Birdie is right,” Maz says. “But losing you here would suck. I think we’ve grown on each other.”
“Oh, don’t get me wrong,” Birdie says, reaching for my right hand. “I love this arrangement we have. You’re a blast to be around, Jaci. But I fear you think this is more fun and games than seriousness.”
I pull my hand away. “Really? I bet your first meal as a newborn wasn’t even off your mother’s tit. Because she didn’t want them to sag, right? She probably paid for the fanciest formulas and you probably had a nursery bigger than the entire apartment I grew up in. Don’t talk to me about what’s serious or not.”
Birdie swallows hard and slowly takes her glasses off her face.
She frowns.
I’ve cut too deep.
Speaking of cuts, I look at my hand. I have to change my bandage.
I stand, excuse myself and go to the bedroom.
I sit on the edge of my bed and wrestle with one hand to take the old bandage off.
The cut looks much better already.
That’s a mild relief.
I bite my tongue as I try to put the new bandage on.
Maz comes into the bedroom and I look at her.
“You have a lot of power,” she whispers. “Don’t mind Birdie. It’s weird to have a friend who’s anHeir.”
“I didn’t mean to snap at her.”
“I know. She takes things personally sometimes. Don’t worry about it. We both care about you, Jaci. This whole thing is…”
“Fucked?”
“Totally fucked.”
“Can you help?” I ask, offering my hand.
Maz nods.
She carefully bandages me back up.
“So Archer stepped on your guitar?” Maz asks.
