Marked by J. M. Sevilla

Author:J. M. Sevilla [Sevilla, J. M.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Romance, Contemporary, New Adult & College
Amazon: B00G79AAHG
Published: 2013-10-24T21:00:00+00:00

Chapter 25

1:53pm

The hunger is getting too much to bear. I decide to engage Jay in conversation in hopes of distracting my ever growing need for food and water.

“Where are we headed?”

“Yuma. I can sort out where we'll go from there.”

I snort.

“What?” Jay asks.

“It's taken me three days to get to a place that's only a few hours from my home.”

Jay laughs, “Yeah, it's been one fucked up road trip.”

“Road trips are something you do when you're having fun,” I snip.

Now the car is filled with silence. The uncomfortable kind, the kind that is awkward because no one knows what to say next.

Jay turns down the radio station I barely registered was on, “Tell me what questions they answered about me.”

“Uh, well, your dad was a contract killer who taught you everything he knew and you're after He Who Must Not Be Named who I have decided to call V.”

“V?”

“After Voldemort.”

Jay throws his head back and laughs. I love the deep, thick openness of it. I smile widely in return.

“If I call him V, can I ask you about him?”

“No. What else did they tell you about V?” He half sneers, half smirks, like he can't decide if he's amused or agitated.

“He's called The Marker?” I say it more as a question because I'm not confident in everything I remember from that day; I was in such a state of shock and fear my mind was a little jumbled.

“To some, yeah.”

“Is that why you call him Mark?”

“Yeah, best way to talk about him in public. Nobody thinks a conversation is strange if they overhear you talking about looking for someone named Mark. What else?”

I trail my fingers over his scars and his body stiffens, “Did they tell you how I got them?”

I shake my head and drop my hand. “No,” I whisper. “Did he kill your mom?”

“And my dad,” he answers in the same hushed tone.

My heart hurts for him and I place my hand on his thigh. Jay reaches down and entwines our fingers. Neither one of us says any more, but this time the silence isn't uncomfortable; it's a peaceful quiet. We still have the ability to find sanctuary in each other, and I'm glad I can give him that.

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