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Static crackled through the speaker as Cindy expelled a long, relieved breath. “And I’ll take another wild guess and say that you haven’t talked to her yet. Am I right?”
“No, not yet. I’d planned on doing it after the trial, but Samara still hasn’t woken up. She’s been out for hours.”
“And you didn’t think about waking her up?”
I sighed. “I-I wanted to, but—”
“You’re scared,” she interjected again, taking the words right out of my mouth. “Stuck in a void between right and wrong and what you should do as opposed to what you shouldn’t.”
I rolled my eyes. “I hate it when you do that shit.”
Cindy giggled. “Just let her rest, Phantom. Give her some space. What do Rhett and Isaac have to say about it?”
“I’m headed back to the dorm to regroup with them now. They just got back from meeting with Father.”
“Good.” The way she’d said it, I could see her nodding in my head. “I’m about to head out to the shop. I have three clients coming in for an appointment, so I’m gonna be out of reach for a little while.”
“That’s fine. Do what you have to do. I know where to find you if I need you.”
I hung up the phone, arriving at the dorm a few minutes later. When I walked inside, Rhett was sitting on the couch, streaming some vampire show on the TV.
“Where’s Isaac?” I asked, shutting the door behind me and kicking off my shoes.
“In here,” he called out from the kitchen. It sounded like he was fumbling through the cabinets. “Want a drink?”
“Try a hundred.”
I met Isaac halfway as he balanced two glasses filled with brown in one hand and a separate glass in the other, the bottle tucked securely under one of his armpits. I couldn’t be sure, but it looked like one of the expensive brands Father keeps stowed away in the basement bar. Isaac must’ve snagged it while he and Rhett were gone.
Grabbing a glass, I choked it back as Isaac passed Rhett his drink and sat down beside him. When Isaac offered me the bottle, I poured another drink, then settled down in the recliner across from them, chewing on my snakebites as I anxiously tapped a finger against the side of the glass.
“She's still here,” I muttered, not really sure what to say or where to start. I hadn’t exactly thought this through.
They both nodded, saying nothing.
“She almost died… again.”
“She didn’t though,” said Rhett. “She’s alive. We saved her.”
“She shouldn’t even be here. She should’ve taken the money.”
“Phantom.” Isaac scrutinized me with two thick brows raised high. “What’s going on? Why are you acting weird?”
“Because he fell for her, too,” Rhett replied with a conscious frown. “And he’s having a hard time coping with it.”
I bit down harder on my lip rings, my silence stamping an honest look of surprise across Isaac’s face.
“What happened with Father?” I asked, needing to change the subject. I thought I was ready to talk about it, but the hollow thing caged in my chest wouldn’t let me open up to them like I wished it would.
Rhett shifted uncomfortably on the couch cushion and chugged down his drink.
“It was… interesting, to say the least,” Isaac replied.
My brows furrowed. “What do you mean?”
“The crew knows what you did at the club. Everyone’s pissed.”
I snorted. No fucking surprise there.
