Page 156 of Reaper's Claim

“Fine, I’ll talk to him. Are we done now?” I drew the conversation to a close.

He leaned against the wall, his stone cold eyes running up and down and examining me.

“I don’t like you pissed off.”

“Then here is an idea, don’t piss me off.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Yeah, I’ve heard that before.”

I doubted he even meant it. He snapped at me last night and just thought that it was ok? Well, it wasn’t. I needed him on my side last night. I needed him, the way Kim had Trigger, reassuring her. Instead, I had Brad, and I still didn’t know how I felt about that.

My eyes dropped to the ground while my mind went wild with thoughts of Brad and what last night could have meant to him.

“Abby.” He gently cupped my chin, lifting my head. “I’m really sorry about last night. I was freaking the fuck out and took it out on you. I’m sorry.” Honesty lingered through his words, and the soft smile he gave me just was the cherry on top.

I should be happy with that.

But I wasn’t.

“Ok.”

He frowned, “You still don’t believe me, do you?”

“If you’ve done it before, what is stopping you from talking to me like that again?”

“My word. I’ll never speak to you like that again. Fuck, Abby, you know how I feel about you.”

I pulled away from his hand and took a step back, “Well, sometimes feelings change. I’ll talk to Sebastian, can I go now?”

He stepped out of my way with a hurt expression on his face. “Sebastian is on ward four.”

I walked quickly down the hallway and back to Dad. Maybe it was because I was so tired and angry that I couldn’t take his word. I don’t know. All I knew was I wanted my dad to wake up.

I needed him to wake up.

***

I felt a bit more refreshed after a few hours sleep on the spare bed and a shower. Now that I was thinking clearly and didn’t look like complete shit, I decided I might as well handle this business with Sebastian now.

I knocked on the room, and when I heard a weak come in, I entered.

His eyes widened when they met mine.

“Abby Harrison, what did I do to deserve your visit?” He straightened up in bed, clenching his right side.

“I think you know why.”

“My sister told me that they ran into you.”

“And did you correct them, or are they still under the impression that it was us?”

“I corrected them. Wasn’t your fault I got my ass handed to me.”

“Your sister opened up a shitstorm by doing that.” I dragged a chair to his side. “Really, she couldn’t have picked worse timing to lose her shit.”

“Heard you were with a patched member when they confronted you. Any chance of damage control?”