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I nodded.
“Delta and I brought all your stuff. Maggie helped us get it all. Is it okay if we put it in your apartment? Later, we can help you put it away.”
“Sure.”
Even to my own ears, I sounded dead.
My thoughts wouldn’t stay on track. Kramer knew my parents and turned them in. Got them killed. He was the reason I didn’t have a family. It was all a plan to use me. This whole time.
Had the orphanage known too?
Was there anyone in my life who wasn’t trying to make me into a mindless monster?
I shuddered. Of course there was. Maggie, and the five of them. Maybe Jessie and Clementine. I couldn’t trust anyone else.
Comet released me to Delta, and he tilted my face up. “Are they fucking him up?”
“Yes.”
Glee crossed over his face. “Sorry I missed it, but I’m not sorry that sack of shit will be buried. All that asshole’s money is yours.”
Did I even want it? Not the worst idea, given everything.
Somehow I ended up back on the bench, Grave finishing cleaning my face. Delta and Comet carried box after box into the building. I really did live here now. This was the only place I was safe.
“Was it the Court of Sunlight? Who killed my parents?” That’s what Kramer said, but I would double-check everything if I had to.
“Yes.”
“I don’t suppose I can fuck them up,” I muttered under my breath.
Grave laughed softly, wiping the last of Kramer’s blood from my hairline and collarbone. “Those stuck-up assholes deserve everything coming to them. But no, you can’t. At least not until you’re immortal.”
Athanasía.
Before today and last night’s conversation with Maggie, I hadn’t given it much thought. No point when it couldn’t even be triggered. Now? I shut the thoughts down. Today wasn’t the day to think about it.
“All done.”
Grave shifted himself to sit all the way back on the bench before lifting me and settling me between his thighs, pulling me back to his chest. One arm banded around my chest, and the resulting sensation was being surrounded by him. He didn’t speak, which was just fine. For now, I could match his silence.
The truck was empty and my coffee long gone before Silver exited the church.
He was unrecognizable. Blood covered him from head to toe, slicking back his hair and dripping from his shirt. Violence and death incarnate. He was fucking beautiful.
Cool relief flowed through my limbs. Silver wouldn’t leave that basement until Kramer was dead, and he nodded to me as he passed, confirming it.
“Where’s Wraith?” I whispered.
Grave squeezed me. “Cleanup.”
“Good.”
He laughed, the sound more vibration than noise. “That’s my girl.”
We stayed sitting like that until Silver returned. No more blood, fresh clothes, and a sleeveless shirt, exposing the tattoos on his arms. He pulled me up and lifted me off the ground, holding me to the front of his body.
“He’s gone?”
