With Tommy no longer in the picture, which meant whatever she promised him in regards to me not something she had to worry about, she now intended to revisit the idea of whoring me out to Dustin Culver due to the possibility he might be useful to the House of Shade. No reason I gave, including the fact I just wasn’t into him, certainly not the fact I was in love with one of our enemies, would be good enough.
The decision was made. I already had a mission: get Dustin Culver addicted to my snatch.
No.
My sister had no soul.
“Yes,” I said quietly.
“He’s a good-looking guy. You two’ll be good together,” she assured, as if looks were the only thing that mattered.
“You’re right. He’s not difficult to look at,” I agreed.
The scary went out of her eyes and she smiled.
I watched her smile and another part of me—the last part, a tiny part, the only part living, that being the part that was my love for my sister which I thought reciprocated the love she had for me—died.
I did not let this show.
I was a practiced hand at that too.
The rest of our business wasn’t nearly as much of a roller coaster ride, and when it was concluded, she left.
I wondered about Bali.
Or Fiji.
Or Timbuktu.
But in case they had someone following my browser history, I did not turn to my computer and do searches.
I’d learned.
I breathed but I did not exist.
This would always be the way.
The thing was, I wanted that way to be somewhere else so, even if I only breathed, I did it in a place I breathed easier.
One thing I learned from my sister and Nick Sebring was how to play the long game.
I would not go tomorrow or next month or maybe even next year.
But I’d go. Patient. Smart. I’d go.
Worried she’d try to find me, I’d never breathe free. Georgie had proved even more than Dad that she had no intention of letting go an asset she could use, an asset she thought was hers.
But maybe someday in the far distant future, I’d breathe easy.
And in the meantime, it was clear she was turning her full attention to Nick Sebring.
That was not my business.
He could take care of himself.
I never breathed easy.
But just the thought of my soulless sister deciding it was time to take care of that particular threat…