25. Daisy
Chapter 25
Daisy
I shut the door to my room with a sigh of relief. Not because I’d been itching to get away from the Beasts but because I hadn’t really trusted myself to walk away from them.
Jace was alive.
The words echoed in my head like a mantra.
I didn’t want to be apart from him. Not for one minute. In fact, I wanted to crawl inside his skin, plaster myself to his side so he couldn’t disappear on me again.
But also, what he’d done — what they’d all done — was totally fucked. I wasn’t about to let them all back into my bed so easily.
I had a flash of Jace’s face when we’d fucked in the kitchen. There had been raw hunger in his eyes but anguish too, both a mirror to my own. There hadn’t been anything considered about it. We’d been all hands and mouths and fucking, all need and desire and relief.
I could forgive myself the lapse in self-respect under the circumstances, but that didn’t mean I could pretend I hadn’t spent the last few months feeling like an empty husk while Jace had been snooping around the Blades compound, living… Where had he been living? How had he gotten food? How had he gotten around without his bike?
I had questions, but they could wait. I was totally drained. A glance at my phone told me it was nearly five a.m. If I was lucky I could get a couple hours of sleep before I had to get up for work.
I crawled into bed and rolled onto my side, but instead of thinking about Jace — about Mac and whether or not he had anything to do with the missing girls — I thought about my mom.
Eleanor. Nory .
My mom and Mac.
Because in the days since my head had cleared, a question had been nagging at the back of my mind, something that had gotten lost in my depression after Jace’s (faked) death.
A question I hadn’t dared ask anyone.
When exactly had my mom and Mac been lovers? And had it been around the time I’d been born?