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My only hope at this point is that Ezra can wipe my phone before anyone finds it. The last thing I need is someone finding the lyrics I write in my notes or prank calling the numbers I have saved in my contacts.
Or worse…
Selling my pictures to the media.
What a shit storm that would be.
If that phone falls into the wrong hands, it could fuck up my entire career.
Maybe my sister’s, too.
I take the stairwell between the fourth and fifth floor to get to Lory’s apartment because I’m feeling impatient today. Some action or movement will do me good, but I can’t go back to The Flaming Cherry or I’ll end up drunk and spilling my guts to Echo as she works her voodoo magic on me.
Just as the door snaps closed behind me, my phone rings.
“I’m grabbing my wallet,” Lory tells me, like I need to know every second of his life. “And then we’re leaving. You have five minutes, Gem. That’s it.”
I scoff. “Please, tighten the leash more, sir. Tell me—”
“Don’t start,” he rumbles.
“I’m outside of your apartment.”
“I’ve been in the parking garage waiting for you in the car,” he stresses, sounding put out.
“If you wanted me to meet you at your car fifteen minutes before we were set to leave, then you should have said so.”
He sighs heavily as the elevator dings and opens between us. “You’re always early.”
I end the call. “And I’m still early.”
“I just need to grab my wallet.”
“I’ll wait here.”
He stops on the threshold of his front door. “You don’t have to come with me. You know that, right? It’s been a long week—”
“I know. I need to get out, or I’m going to get drunk again.”
Lory takes all of sixty-seconds to get his wallet and lock up his apartment. I follow him into the elevator soundlessly, having nothing more to say.
I’m still in no mood to talk about my dad’s decision, but I told Lory everything before I drank myself into a stupor on Monday night.
The looming situation doesn’t excuse my shitty attitude, though he understands why I’m feeling more snippy than usual. Lory wasn’t happy with Dad’s choices either, even offered to take over the assisted suicide task for me…
But I can’t let him do it.
Dad deserves a quick, clean death. Especially after he suffers from the poison he intends to drink. Yeah. I read up on that nasty mess, however… it’s difficult to fault him for having a sure backup plan.
If I can’t make it to him, he’ll still die.
His death needs to come by my hand, though. Or the rabbits will think I’m too weak to be the hunter, that Lory is the wolf protecting me, letting me sit pretty with the fancy leadership title while I do nothing to deserve it.
None of that can happen.
I can’t allow them to view me as weak if I want to stay alive.
Or I’ll never survive long enough to sit on the throne of Crimson Bay.
