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“Ah, Clementine, the little witchy chick?” I ask, referring to the girl who always seems to hover around him. “You should go!”
He makes a face, serves a customer, and then turns back to me. “I don’t know. I’m not really one for parties and drinking, you know?”
I’ve noticed this about him, just as I’ve noticed how his eyes stray to the handsome university guys when they trickle in. Obviously, I haven’t asked him about this since it's something personal, but I have let him know he can count on me like a big sister.
I scoff. “I doubt Clem will allow you to get drunk, so I think you’ll be safe with her. Besides, what’s the worst that could happen, hmm?” I say, then pat his shoulder and fall into the late afternoon rush.
This is easy for me. It’s simple and quick work. I don’t stand out too much, I’m not too friendly or unfriendly either and I keep a low profile. In a few month's time, I will move on and do the same; I can’t settle for too long because I have a feeling that my father is looking for me.
It will suck, though, because I really like Noah and see him as a little brother, but I know that I will need to move on from here.
“Ugh, I hate politicians. Look at how they’re wasting taxpayer’s money by hosting Galas,” Noah suddenly says and when I look up, he’s leaning over the counter and watching the news on the TV hanging on the wall.
I chuckle and turn my gaze to the TV. “Since when are you into the news….”
My heart stops dead and a cold sweat creeps down my back; goosebumps pucker all over my body, and the last remnants of air leave my lungs when I look into the face of the man I’m running away from.
He’s still as handsome as ever, even more so in a fitted suit that makes him look more attractive than before. My heart would have melted at the sight of him…
But he’s not alone; attached to his side is the most gorgeous woman I have ever laid my eyes on and he has his arm around her waist.
I grab the remote and turn up the volume to find out what the fuck is going on.
“... Gala in honor of the newly appointed District Attorney Gabriel Priest. He has just arrived with his beautiful wife, Amara, and…”
The rest of the news bulletin gets drowned out by sudden static in my ears and I take a few steps back while my eyes are still glued to the screen.
Gabriel smiles at her and she returns the smile when he kisses her cheek before they walk inside a massive mansion. The entire exchange leaves me sick to my stomach and the tears I have tried to suppress all flow to the surface.
I run to the bathroom to empty whatever is left in my stomach as the scene plays over and over in my head. Did he ever look at me like that? Did I use to smile like that when he kissed me?
Four months and Gabriel already found someone else to replace me - not just found, but married. Did that last night mean nothing to him? Does he really not feel the same fucking pull as Xenia did towards Church?
I sit down on the tiled floor and draw my legs close to my chest, feeling like a fist is constricting around my heart. What the hell was I expecting anyway, that he’d look for me?
I doubt I made that much of an impression on him in the little time we had together if he found someone else.
Someone who is nothing like me; a lady, not a killer of supernatural creatures.
Sniffing, I take out my cell phone and call the one person I truly trust and she answers on the second ring. “Kat-!”
“It’s time, Xen… I can’t… I can’t live like this anymore,” I say just as a sob wracks my body. I should have done this the second I left Vegas, but I… I guess I was just expecting something that would never happen.
She sighs. “I’ll be there in three days,” she says without further explanation and kills the call while I continue to quietly mourn the loss of what could have been.
I never took the blue vial. It’s still burning a hole in my handbag to this day. But seeing that tonight… knowing Gabriel has moved on has made me realize I need to do the same.
I cannot keep torturing myself like this, hoping he’d pop back into my life and take the ability to breathe from me when he calls me his little lamb.
I can’t expect that from him, and I cannot wait any longer. When Xenia gets here in three days’ time, I’m doing what needs to be done.
A knock on the bathroom door makes me rush over to the sink and splash my face with cold water.
“Kat?” Noah calls and knocks twice. “Are you okay?”
I smile at the concern in his voice and dry my face before opening the door. “I’m okay. Think I ate something that didn’t agree with my stomach,” I say, offering him a tight smile. Behind his glasses, his eyes narrow and it doesn’t look like he believes me, but he doesn’t ask any other questions about my reaction.
“You should get going since you have a party to get ready for.”
