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Tripping our way to something meaningful.
Yeah, I was looking forward to that.
But we had to figure out who was fucking with her life first.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Nyx
It was just so… easy.
I had worked myself up into knots at the idea of telling anyone what had been happening to me. Least of all telling Slash, whose opinion I cared about more than seemed normal to me.
But he hadn’t judged.
He hadn’t said shit about my judgment or made me seem like a fool for not being more careful with the very expensive drugs.
Though I had noticed that his eyes and tone got a little colder whenever he mentioned Czar. It shouldn’t have given me the little thrill I got inside about it, but there was no denying its existence, either.
I never thought I would like jealousy or possessiveness. But maybe that was only because I never let anyone get close enough to me to display any.
When Slash did, though, yeah, it was kind of hot.
Though that desire was buried under something else that day. Something deeper. Sweeter. Somehow more intense.
I didn’t pretend to really understand it, but I went ahead and let myself enjoy it.
The next several hours were full of fussing from Delaney and Morgaine and the men discussing the issue, the ways to go about looking into it.
Detroit, because his love language seemed to be ‘acts of service,’ went ahead and made a big home-cooked meal that we all shared while the conversation veered away from me and back toward other, lighter things.
It wasn’t until that moment, sitting around with the club and their women, that I realized just how alone I had been in my life.
Christmases and birthdays spent mostly alone.
No one to talk and laugh with over the dinner table.
No inside jokes to share.
No, well, family.
I’d existed on the fringes of them, sure. First with the Murphys, then a bit with Dell and Judge and their baby.
But I’d never fully been a part of one.
With my own messed up childhood, I guess I’d never really known what I’d been missing until I was smack-dab in the middle of it.
A part of me ached for how many years I’d been on the Earth without having it.
The other part, though, was so thankful to finally experience it that I actually felt a little emotional about it.
Which I was going to chalk up to several stressful days and sleeplessness.
“Here,” Morgaine said as the clubhouse started to get louder and wilder as the night went on. “Take this,” she added, placing a mug that I was reasonably sure she’d made herself, into my hands. “Go upstairs and get some rest. You look like you haven’t slept in weeks.”
“Thank you,” I said, giving her a warm smile because I’d always really liked Morgaine. Even back when she was a recluse living in a tiny house and growing most of her own food. “I haven’t,” I admitted.
“You’re safe now. So you can get all the rest you need. And Dell already called out of work for you. There’s nothing to worry about but getting yourself well again.”
