Blood and Bone (Blood and Bone Series Book 1) by Brown Tara

Author:Brown, Tara [Brown, Tara]
Language: eng
Format: azw3, epub
Publisher: Montlake Romance
Published: 2015-04-27T16:00:00+00:00

11. SEE JANE DIE

There is no way to go back when we enter the airport. The passport in my hand is a lie. The place we are going to do the surgery is a mystery. The act we are about to commit is a crime.

“She’s coming, right?” I ask, scanning the area for the one face I need to see in the crowd.

He kisses the back of my hand, an act from before the truth came out. It is an act old Derek would have done, not the man he’s been since my father’s house. I have moaned through that version of Derek’s affection several times in the last twenty-four hours. “I told you she is, three times already. Stop asking, Jane.”

And we are back to Jane? Maybe he’s back to being old Derek.

I don’t understand so I don’t pry. I don’t know where to go with all of it. The emotions and confusion have taken up enough room inside me. I decided to trust him when I saw the house of horrors, and I’m not changing my mind. Course I said I’d never trust him once I saw the video old me made. Maybe making guarantees is a bad plan for me.

All I know is every time I close my eyes I’m back there, and I need it gone—need my father gone. I need to be free of all of this. Derek is the only person who has ever made me free. It was a short freedom, ending after only three years, but it was the happiest I have ever been since before my mother died. I know that as a truth inside me.

“No more sleeping with the light on as of Wednesday.” He kisses my hand again.

I nod, hating the fact I have completely reverted back to the sleepwalking, assaulting him sexually in his sleep, all the while crying and whimpering, and needing the light on. It’s disturbing me.

We walk past the airline counters toward the security area. When I see her my heart lights up. I don’t wave or smile, I just glow on the inside.

She acts as though she doesn’t know us and walks to the bathroom. I want to scratch my wig and adjust it but I don’t. The bright-blonde hair is my only chance at getting onto the plane. I leave his side, walking to the bathroom with her passport in hand. She knows to go to the American Airlines gate and ask for the ticket that’s been left there for her, the new her. When I get in the bathroom she hugs me, breathing as if she hasn’t since I left her house. “Thank the gods you’re all right.”

I pull back. “Why?”

She shakes her wrinkled face. “There was a man, the one who was at the house with you the first day. He brought me this, this morning. He said he needed you to have it and that it was the same as last time.” She hands me a scratched-up pale-pink phone. I scowl, taking it.

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