When I return, Liesel will make me pay for that.
But just as quickly as it came, the jealousy is gone.
She wasn’t able to do that before. I’m guessing it has to do with her having trouble feeling anything anymore.
“Whoever she is, save her like you didn’t save me.”
“I won’t fail.” I slam the door and drive away, while Liesel watches me leave her, like so many times before.
25
Liesel
Who is she?
Who is the woman Langston dropped everything for? At a moment’s notice no less, scrapping all of his plans for the day.
She’s a lucky woman, whoever she is. Even when we were best friends, Langston never looked at me with that much worry or concern in his eyes. He never ran the second I called.
Who is she?
Who is he running to save?
Who does he love?
All those questions burn through my head as I watch Langston drive off.
Is she a girlfriend?
A woman he wishes was his?
Is it Kai or Siren?
Who?
It’s like a punch to the gut. My world spins. My eyes slant into slits of anger.
I’m jealous.
For a split second, I wish I was the lucky girl to whom Langston is running.
“Snap out of it. Langston is a cruel, sadistic killer. Nobody wants to be loved by a man like that,” I coach myself.
I walk back inside the house just as Joel heads back into his bedroom and slams the door shut. He doesn’t care about protecting us. He’s useless. I doubt I see him out of his room again.
I head into the kitchen, where Amelia is making breakfast. She’s holding a plate of food, which I assume is for me.
“Thanks, I’ll just eat it out—”
Amelia takes a bite of the toast on the plate. “There are groceries in the fridge. I hope you know how to cook.”
She flashes me an annoying, sarcastic grin before she takes her breakfast out on the patio, where I usually eat it.
“Bitch,” I mutter under my breath.
I’m alone.
And I’m not hungry.