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Staring at the TV, my fingers working my controller, I retorted, “As a personal favor, can you bring my mother back?”
“Jesus, kid.” He plopped down on the end of the bed. “I wish I could explain to your young mind what he’s going through.” Everleigh readjusted herself to leave his shoulder and sit in his lap while he added, “When a man loves a woman—”
“Or a son loves his mom.”
He sucked his bottom lip into his mouth and chewed on the upper part of his shorter beard. Then he said, “He loved his mom, too.”
My body leaned as I worked my fingers to save my frog. “Then he should feel me.”
“He does!”
I threw the remote. “Has he found her killers?”
The long exhale was my answer. No. “Pfft.”
“Lynx—”
“Maybe only my mom should call me that name since she came up with it. Oh, wait. That’s not possible because she’s dea—”
“Ya know what? Maybe your dad is right. You’re being a prick.”
Now I had no one on my side. And that hurt.
I crossed my arms over my aching chest. “Cutting me with your dagger?”
Liam winced. “What?”
I began to pant before I had the balls to explain… “A moth landed on your arm the night she was killed. There was a dagger on the wing.”
The room went spookily quiet as he stared at me. Then he said, “You ever think that message to you was a sign that this dagger will never cut you, but only protect you?”
I stared into his sincere blue eye as realization slammed into me. My arms fell to my lap as my attitude faded. “No, I hadn’t.” My eyes welled. “I’m sorry.”
He tugged on my sneaker—another sign of me rebelling by wearing my shoes in bed. “That’s okay, son. You’re in an awful amount of pain. It’s making you say and do things that aren’t your true self. You can choose to change it though.”
I looked to Everleigh.
“That’s right,” Liam praised.
Those words blew through me. Souls are stronger than blood…
Swallowing down remorse, agony, and sorrow… I reached out my hand to my little sister.
Big grey eyes lighting up, she then peered up at Liam.
With a huge smile, he lifted his arms in the air to let her go. “He’s not my big brother! He’s yours!”
As if I were her favorite person again, the little girl scrambled from Liam’s lap and into my arms.
I hugged her, feeling like such an asshole for constantly pushing her away. In that moment, I swear I felt my mother’s hand on my shoulder. I swear I smelled her scent as Ev giggled, so happy to have me again—
Boom! A tremendous crash outside the clubhouse made the floor tremble.
Liam was on his feet so fast, I barely had time to blink, much less react as he was. He kicked his door shut, locked it, then backed away, gun pointed to the closed entry. “Piece. My nightstand.”
Ev, already becoming so accustomed to flight mode, tightened her itty-bitty arms around my neck and her legs around my waist, ready to travel. I jumped from the bed and opened the drawer. Sure enough, there was a gun, so I grabbed then cocked it.
Liam demanded, “Bathroom. Now.”
