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“I’m impressed.”

Cutting him a sidelong look, I wait for the rest.

“Delilah really sold the romance between you two at dinner. I think Indigo believes her. Hell, I almost did. You taking the jalapeños off her pizza was a nice touch. Although, after the way you were at lunch today, I don’t think that was an act.” Silas rocks back on his heels. “I just realized we had two meals together today. Just like old times. When’s the last time you spent this much time with Alonzo? Not recently, I bet.”

“Silas?”

“Hm?”

“Please shut the fuck up,” I snap, face tight from the way my muscles have been drawn all day.

My best friend huffs a dry laugh, ignoring my request. “Can you blame me? Indigo is…something. I feel like I should apologize for even looking at her.”

“Si, what?”

“Did you see her?”

I did and it’s exactly why I want her out of my house.

Over dinner, I learned that she dismissed the man tailing her and he just…listened to her. He’s still getting fired but I feel better knowing he isn’t also the reason she knows where I live.

The man I paid off in her leasing office last week shoulders that blame alone. He told her my name, and she took it from there.

Pain throbs at my temples, the beginnings of a migraine cementing my regret.

My life is a poorly written comedy and it’s my fault because I decided to kidnap a woman from the family I despise.

“That woman would eat you alive, Si.”

He doesn’t answer me but the smile that steals across his face makes me inhale sharply.

A bottle of tequila is in my hand before I even register that I’m at the bar cart. I grab a glass and pour until it’s heavy in my grip.

Watching me, Silas smooths a hand over his jaw. “So… you think I have a chance?”

Chapter 30

Reunited

DELILAH

“Ifeel like a member of the Volturi,” Indigo says when she turns away from my balcony with her arms still spread.

My puzzled glance is met with the sound of her kissing her teeth.

“I really gotta do a better job of showing you the classics.”

She tsks and abandons my open French doors, stepping back inside and closing the space between us. The scent of sugar cookies settles around me like a cloud.

“Indi, how are you here?”

“I needed to lay eyes on you.” Her hands find my shoulders in a comforting squeeze. “Something just wasn’t sitting right with me after my missing person’s reports disappeared. I tried to take your word for it, I swear. But this is so out of character for you. I had to make sure.”

What’s it called when someone has only known me fora year and has more protective instincts toward me than people who have known me my whole life?

Indigo Carmine embodies whatever it is.

“You can be honest with me, Lilah.” Indigo’s eyes narrow with scrutiny. “Adonis seems nice but so do a lot of men. Is he hurting you?”