Night Keepers as I could get. Just so long as we left Troy Memphis bleeding in the gutter when we went.
Once I was sure that he was gone, I tugged my cell phone from my pocket and called Tatum to let her know what had happened.
"Hey, I was just thinking about you," she said, sounding like she actually meant that and I couldn't help but smirk like an idiot at those words.
I knew I was getting in too fucking deep with this girl. This whole thing we had going on could see me in prison, but from the moment I'd given in to it I'd known that I was a lost cause.
Besides, so long as we kept it secret for long enough for me to take down Troy Memphis, I would be content enough to know that I'd at least managed to claw back some points of happiness in this life that had offered me so little. Although, when I'd thought through all of the issues that might stand in the way of the two of us claiming this happiness, I'd never once considered the idea that I would have to deal with her overbearing husband too. I swear ever since Kyan had gotten her to say I do, he had barely left her alone, certainly not for long enough for me to have a chance to figure out what this meant for us. I mean, they’d had the Royaume D’élite shit to deal with and then he’d gotten sick so I could make some allowances for that, but it was time for all of us to move on and get some clarity about things. Not that I thought it should mean anything at all if I was being honest. I didn’t give a shit if she had a husband, it didn’t make me want her any less. And it wasn’t like I was some asshole creeping in on another man’s girl. We’d all gotten into this at the same time.
"Well that makes two of us, because I was thinking about you too. Mostly because Saint was just here and he found your necklace," I said as I moved across the room to the box on my mantelpiece where the only things I'd kept from my past lay.
If I hadn't known that Saint had been looking through it already then I never would have known he had. Outwardly, everything looked exactly the way I'd left it. I lifted out the old photograph of me with Michael and our mom and looked down at it with my skin prickling as I listened to Tatum's next words.
"What did he do with it?" she asked in a concerned voice and I sighed as I placed the necklace and the photo back in the box alongside my things.
"Nothing, princess. He was wearing it and laying on my bed when I arrived back from my run like some kind of bunny boiling stalker or something, but luckily enough I don't think he had any grand designs of trying to seduce me. So we just had a rather disturbing conversation and then he left. He gave the necklace back into my safekeeping and told me that he knew you'd start wearing it again once you learned to trust him.”
She was silent for a long moment on the other end of the line and I had to wonder what she thought of that. Was the idea of her ever trusting him as absurd to her as it was to me? Or was she actually considering that as an option. I knew that her opinion on him had changed a lot since he'd taken that bullet for her, but I was more sceptical than her about that whole turn of events.
Yes, I could admit that he'd clearly been willing to put his life at risk for her. But what I wasn't so convinced of was that that had been some show of his deep feelings and proof that he cared for her. Saint was definitely obsessed with her and I was easily able to imagine that his obsession and imagined ownership of her were what had made him put himself at risk like that. If Mortez had taken her he would have lost all control over her and that was what was most unacceptable to him. Not the fact that she was in danger or that he was secretly harbouring love for her.
I seriously had trouble imagining Saint ever being capable of anything like that for anyone. Although,