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She arches a brow and begins to tap her foot. And that damn worry crease forms across her forehead.
Well hell… I’ve pissed her off.
“Grim, you’ve never not responded to my texts, let alone not read them.”
That’s not entirely true. There have been plenty of times I haven’t responded right away because I was focused on club business. But never for three hours.
“I’m so—”
“Don’t.” Jez takes a step toward me. “Don’t apologize. Just don’t let it happen again.”
Slowly, I nod. “What did you need?”
She rolls her eyes, but there’s no mistaking the hurt in them. “If you’d read your texts, you’d know it’s too late now.”
With that, she walks out of my room, disappearing into the hall. After my door slides shut, I stride to my nightstand and take my cell off the charger. I pull up the texting app, and my heart sinks as I read the messages I ignored.
Jez: Hey Grim Reaper… I need you
Jez: Grim??
Jez: Why aren’t you reading my texts? Are you okay?
Jez: Grim, you’re scaring me. Please just let me know you’re okay…
Jez: Now you’re just starting to piss me off
Jez: Seriously, dude, why are you ignoring me?
Jez: I NEED YOU!
Jez: I can’t handle this sinner on my own, Grim… c’mon!
Jez: OK… if you don’t respond within the next five minutes, I’m calling Soul
I smile at the threat, confident that she didn’t call Soul at all. She wouldn’t because then she’d likely have to answer a million questions, none of which she’s willing to answer.
Jez: Dammit, Grim!!! What about our pinkie promise?!?!?
And just like that, I’m transported back in time as memories assault me from what seems to be every direction.
The lights in my tiny efficiency apartment flicker, and I glare at the door, annoyed at whoever dares to come over uninvited. When the flickering continues, I stand from the futon and stomp to the door to yank it open.
My jaw drops when I see Mary, Matt’s twin sister, standing on the other side.
Before I can even lift my hands to ask her what the hell she’s doing here, Mary pushes her way inside. When I turn to face her, she’s already signing.
“... so, you can’t be ignoring me!”
“I’m not ignoring you.”
Mary scans my room and stalks to the bed, where she picks up my cell phone. After tapping the screen a few times, she stomps back toward me and flips the device so I can see all the missed texts.
“You are.” Her shoulders deflate, and she looks at me with a suspicious sheen in her eyes. “You’re all I have left, John Dunn.” She pauses her signing and sweeps her hand around the room. “And what the fuck are you doing in this dump?”
Anger surges through me, and I narrow my eyes. “Dump? Where the hell do you get off calling this place a dump? I don’t know where you thought I’d go after the church fire, but it certainly wasn’t home!”
“I thought we’d stick together,” she counters, her movements sluggish, as if she’s exhausted.
