Dangerous Lovers (49 page)

I don’t even want to know how the conversation came up, but he told Gavin about it and Gavin begged me to take him to that point, and I did. All I had to do was touch his hand and allow the emotions I wanted to feel for him to surface, and when I did he froze to the point of death and he saw his sister at peace.

Those acts were sustaining on both sides. They allowed me to push past that first wall of emotions, to discover that I was right, we were just friends, but it also gave them peace with their troubled past.

I have no doubt Gavin is still researching not only his sister’s death, but also the lore on what I can do. He thinks because I was born near death that I can see into the veil of death, that I can serve as a passageway to those who were lost to the living. I didn’t see it that way. I saw it as me almost killing them both and their family saving them.

Cadence never bothered to argue the point. She knew I was right, that grief takes time to overcome, that if she was going to force Gavin to face his past, then she would have to face hers, both the family we shared and the one that abandoned her.

“Where is everybody today?” I asked, just wanting to hear her voice.

The town looked so sad, and it wasn’t just because of the snow or the deep gray background; it literally felt sad. The people who were out and about looked like they’d just lost their best friend or something.

“Maybe they’re falling into the winter blues a little early this year,” Cadence offered, not really knowing. I was sure she was deep in her thoughts, trying to unravel Gavin.

When we reached the coffee shop, which was a bar by night, the lights were on. The only car out front was Wilder’s.

“Slow afternoon. Wonder where the poets are,” I mumbled, acting like I didn’t know that I would be face-to-face with Wilder for the first time in almost a year in a matter of minutes.

The shop was a magnet for the arts. Writers lined the tables during the day and bands played every night, but some days were reserved for poetry readings and such. Basically, any given day you could find an unbelievable talent inside the shop. Thousands of people had found their beginnings within these four walls. I started picking up shifts here just so I could be around the creativity. I’d taken thousands of images of the artists as they either created their work or shared it. My photos dominated the decor in this place.

“Huddled by a fire,” Cadence said as she parked behind Wilder’s car.

Right when I got out, I saw Abby and Lisa, two of my sisters…two of my dead sisters.

Chapter Six

I gripped Cadence’s arm as I forced my eyes closed. I knew by now the truck was a solid ice cube.

“What? What! You’re going to freeze me to death,” Cadence said with a degree of annoyance.

“Across the street. Look.”

A second later, I heard, “That’s kinda odd.”

“What!” I gasped, opening my eyes. I didn’t see my dead sisters; I saw two falcons on the sidewalk. As if they knew they were seen, they took flight.

“That’s not what I saw,” I said with a tremble.

“Okay…what’d you see?”

“Abby and Lisa.” I could not hide the ache in my voice.

Cadence pulled the mirror down so she could see the security that was parked behind us. “Freaking A. I told you, didn’t I? She’s messing with your head. And I would bet money those guards have been paid double. If you’re not careful, she’s going to break you.”

I took in a few rapid breaths. I felt like I was losing my mind. I knew I’d seen them. I was a thousand percent sure. Cadence wasn’t off base, though. More than once, Rasure had claimed that I was too mentally unbalanced, still in shock with grief; she knew exactly how to push my buttons.

“Come on,” Cadence said as she opened the truck door and slid out.

I balled my fists, then followed.

Inside the shop, Mason was at the bar with Gavin next to him. Wilder was behind it, and there was a writer in the corner. Besides that, the place was deserted.

I briskly walked the length of the bar. “Is it bar time?” I asked, not really wanting an answer.

I circled the bar, pulled out a shot glass, poured it full of whisky, and swallowed it whole, feeling the warmth slide down my throat, the harsh ease that followed it. This was the first drink I’d had since that wild summer with Mason, so only beats after that I felt a few of my uptight inhibitions slip away. The idea that I would have to lose control to find it again dared me to take another shot.

Gran’s image flashed in my thoughts. I didn’t want her to wake up only to see me go down a dark road that she steered me away from so long ago but I needed some courage right now, and I was sure it was at the bottom of the shot glass in my hand. “If not, it is now,” I said with a gasp, finally tasting how horrible the whisky was and remembering why I hated that drink of choice. I could swear razor blades were gutting my throat.

“I thought we were dry until next month?” Mason said as he twirled a toothpick in his hand and his concerned eyes rapidly danced across my face.

“Guess not. Pour me one,” Gavin said, only to catch a glare from Cadence.

I saw the guards getting out of the huge SUV. They’d parked and were making their way in. If I wanted another shot, I had to take it now. So I poured it, telling myself that I needed to face the grief that that vision in the parking lot had ignited. It felt like they died yesterday, the pain was that real.

Once the glass hit the bar, Wilder took it away. His blue eyes met mine for the first time in months. “What’s going on, D?” he whispered.

When I didn’t answer, he urged me back into the hall that was out of the common view of the shop.

I didn’t want to look up at him. I didn’t think I could handle it. He pulled my chin up as a gasp of fog that reeked of whiskey seeped from my lips.

“You’re cold…and getting colder by the second,” he murmured, looking into my eyes.

I took in a deep breath, smelling the rich scent of lilies that always seemed to linger oddly close to his skin.

“I told you I was cold hearted. Tell me you remember that.”

Instantly, he had my arms pinned over my head. “And I told you I didn’t care how cold you were.” He breathed against my neck, which made the entire hall turn to ice for an instant. “When are you going to get off this stage and let me see the real D?” Wilder always had to be different. The ‘in’ before the ‘d’ in my nickname was just too much for him to say.

One glance to his arm revealed a jagged gash. “What did you do to your arm?” I gasped as I averted my gaze, regretting those shots I took. If I was going insane, I wanted to be sober when that happened.

“Slipped on the snow, glass was on the ground.”

I broke free from him and crossed my arms. This was shaping up to be one of the weirdest days of my life. How could one dream predict two different wounds on my friends?

“I’m the reason you’re drinking,” Wilder stated. If I didn’t know better, I would have thought I heard pride in his tone.

“Don’t tell me you became cocky while you were out on the lam. I’ve had a bad day, followed by a sleepless night.”

“Sleepless, huh? You and Mason hooking up again? I heard he held you last night.”

I glared up at him. “What do you guys have—some kind of Indie survival club or something? Mason knows what we are. He was a friend when I needed one.”

“Survival club—really?” he said with that trademark smirk of his that enhanced his oh-so-kissable lips. I couldn’t help it. I breathed in again. His scent had always reminded me of the fragrance of spring, breaking warmth.

“I don’t like it when you guys talk about me. Pass tips on how to handle me.”

“Well, I don’t get why we can’t be friends. Why you treat me different than Gavin and Mason.”

“Because they’ve moved on.”

“You think I haven’t?” he asked as his blue eyes pierced through me.

I felt my insides cave in. The whisky was definitely wreaking havoc on my empty stomach and coursing directly into my bloodstream. “I heard rumors…but you never said.”

“You never asked,” he said as he tilted his head and gazed down at me with that signature wonder he always carried when he stared at me. I hated that look. In my eyes, it confirmed that I was nothing more than a challenge to him, that once I gave in, he’d make a notch on his bedpost and be gone.

“How long have you guys been hooked up?” That was my cold reminder that I wasn’t falling for his charm.

“This girl, a few weeks.”

“‘This girl,’” I repeated as I began to slide away from him.

“A few. It’s been a year, D.”

“I know,” I said, looking away, feeling somewhat betrayed. I wasn’t really surprised at the ‘few’ part. Wilder had this essence about him, one that was all man, completely seductive. That, along with his charm, that artistic flame that rippled through his piercing stare, was more than alluring to the female species. He told me once that he’d never had a relationship with anyone that lasted as long as ours, and we never even got started. I felt played. He was texting me nearly every day while hooking up with other girls.

“You never asked,” he said, as if he’d read my expression. “And whether this thing I got going on works out or not, I know
this
isn’t going to work the way I want it to.”

“And exactly how do you want this to work?”

“I want to be in your life the way Mason and Gavin are. You want me there, too, even if you won’t admit it.”

Wilder had always had this thought, or saying. He claimed we were destined, that I had already belonged to him. I never believed a word of it. Out of the three of them, I was always more guarded around him. I didn’t like how aware of me he seemed to be, not in a sweet way, but in a judgmental way, one that made me feel like we were not building a relationship but outlining a battlefield.

“Then learn to give me my independence.”

“Yeah, that worked well for Mason and Gavin. Those two have never said no to you. You want somebody to challenge you. Admit it.”

“I do. I want someone to push my mind, body, and soul to the limits. I want them to never let me forget how passionate every second of life is. I want someone I trust enough to follow and man enough to let me lead. Most of all, I want someone I can stand beside as we change the world. Someone who can help me ease the agony in this dark, cold world. I want a Falcon.”

I wanted Sebastian Falcon, but I wasn’t about to admit that aloud.

I never even thought about what I
really
wanted, and the last thing I wanted to do was admit that juicy tidbit to Wilder. There was no telling what he would do with that confession.

“Not everything that is cold is wicked, D.”

I raised my chin, cutting off his building speech that would try to convince me that I was not cursed, just different. “Friends,” I said to point out our current relationship status.

He smirked as he shook his head. “God help the man that does break the ice shield you hide behind.” His smile faded as our stares locked and that wonder filled his eyes once more. “There is no telling what’s deep down inside of you.” He let his words settle over me, then said, “Anyone I should be cheering on now?”

“No. Too focused on Rasure.”

He crossed his arms. “You are going to have to find somewhere else to place all this aggression.”

He hated Rasure as much as I did but didn’t see her as a threat. More than once, he told me I just needed to ignore her and wait it out.

“I’ll worry about that when it’s over,” I said as I remembered the info I had in my back pocket. “I gotta talk to Gavin.”

“Of course,” he bit out as I pushed past him.

Sophia had showed up for her night shift. She was tying on her apron, staring out at the bar. “You told him, didn’t you?” she whispered to me.

I knew she was talking about me mentioning her crush to Mason. “It may have come up, why? Did he say something?” I asked, glancing over this innocent girl who was more than likely too naïve to be in a relationship with my crazy summer boy.

“No, it was just the way he looked at me when I came in,” she said as her nervousness made itself apparent in her tone. “This isn’t going to be, like, weird between us, you know, if it goes anywhere? I don’t want to lose you as a friend over a crush.”

“You won’t,” I swore.

Her cheeks blushed just before she moved past me and started setting up for the night crowd.

Gavin was still sitting by Mason at the bar. Both of them were trying to read Wilder as he came out of the hall behind me.

I put the paper on the bar and slid it over to Gavin. “I need you to figure this out.”

“And this is...?” he asked with curiosity piqued.

“I developed the film.”

“Really?” Mason said as he leaned forward and tried to catch my gaze.

“Yeah. Anyway, there were pictures of Rasure on there, like, really old ones, and she looked the same. Either it’s her and I’ve officially gone mad, or everyone in her family looks the same. Regardless, my birth mother knew her.”