Chapter 37
THIRTY-SEVEN
REON
“You love her?” Soren says, surprised, as my caterpillar stands there.
“I sure as shit don’t marry just any fucking woman now, do I?” I tell him, even though he should know that.
He glances at the axe still in my hand, then back at me.
“Are you sure you aren’t merely fascinated with her? I mean, I get it. She is appealing.” He looks her way, and I can’t help the noise that leaves the back of my throat at his eyes on her.
“Watch how you talk about my wife,” I growl.
“She needed to know. And, clearly, you did as well. I only found out after I left, so I came right over.”
“I bet you were very happy when you found out. So, what was your plan?”
“Just to inform you about whom you married. It’s what we do, Reon. You should know that.”
My grip tightens on the axe. “If Lilith doesn’t forgive me, if she decides not to be with me, I will hunt you down. I will take off your head while you sleep, and then I will do the same to your sister. Do you hear me?”
“I didn’t think you loved her,” Soren says.
“I breathe for her,” I admit.
My caterpillar looks at me. I reach for her, but she brushes me off.
“Take me home, now,” she demands.
I lean in, but she pushes back.
“You don’t have a home, Caterpillar,” I remind her. Her shoulders drop a little, but I nod anyway. “We’re leaving,” I tell Soren. Arlo shakes his head, but I keep my focus on Soren.
“Go, it’s done, it’s ended,” Soren says.
“What the fuck!” Arlo bellows.
“You don’t want to kill her, so why the fuck are you still going on like this?” I ask him as I hear her get into my car.
“Everyone is breaking the rules.” Arlo waves to Soren and me. “We invented the rules for a reason. They create order. Order is good.”
“Goodnight,” I say, shaking my head, and then walk to the car. I don’t need to hear how upset he is; I couldn’t care less. My main concern is the woman waiting for me. She doesn't look my way when I climb into the car, not even when we drive off.
“Caterpillar?” I reach for her, but she brushes my hand away.
“I’m tired,” is all she says in return.
I start driving toward my apartment, but she directs me somewhere else.
“I don’t want to stay at yours,” she says as we approach an older house. The front door opens, and Keenan’s sister steps outside, hugging herself as she peers at the car.
“Don’t get out. Come with me,” I plead.
“No,” she replies, sounding exhausted. She opens the door and gets out. When she looks back at me, those chocolate eyes are so sad, and I feel it breaking my fucking heart. “Don’t follow, Reon, I mean it.” She slams the door shut, walks straight up to her aunt, and they step inside.
I sit there for way too long, even after the lights go off in the house.
A text comes through, and without even looking, I know it’s her.
Caterpillar: Go home.
Two simple words that burn inside of me.
When I get home, Abigail is standing in my living room.
“Where have you been?” She looks past me. “Where is Lilith? I assumed you were going to get her last night.”
“It’s late,” I say, not wanting to discuss anything with her.
“No, it’s early,” she corrects. “Where is Lilith?”
“I fucked up.”
“How?” She follows me as I walk into the living room and kick off my shoes. “Reon, tell me how.”
After opening the refrigerator and pulling out the bottle of wine, I open it and start drinking straight from the bottle. “I got her father sent to prison.”
“Oh, my God, did you? Fuck, that’s huge.” Abigail starts pacing back and forth. “Okay, can you fix it? Is it fixable? I mean, is she close to her father, or does she hate him?”
“I don’t know.”
“You didn’t ask her? Shit! Who is she close to?”
“Me,” I answer.
“Reon.” Abigail huffs with an eye roll.
“She doesn’t have any friends. She’s working on her relationship with her aunt, hates her job, and her favorite color is red. Her leg twitches when she’s anxious, and she watches everyone. Lilith sees more than other people. It’s what I like about her. No, actually, it’s what I love about her.”
“I already knew you loved her, Reon.” Abigail smiles. “I’m glad you realize it now, too.”
“She also loves to Hunt, and she’s a little fucked-up, like me.” I take another sip of the wine.
“Okay, good. So, go to sleep, and tomorrow, work out how you’re going to win her back.”
“I’ve never had to win a woman.”
“Yeah, well, you have never been in love either.”
“What if it’s just in my head? What if I get her, and then I don’t want her anymore?”
“How much do you hate that she isn’t here right now?”
“With all my fucking being,” I tell her.
“Do you really think you can become sick of her?” she asks, and I shake my head. “Go to bed.” Abigail walks over, takes the bottle of wine from my hands, and pushes me toward the bedroom. “I need to leave, but if you need me to stay, I will.”
“No, go. I’ll be fine. Thank you.”
“I love you, Reon. I want you to know that much.” I turn back to her and try to give her some sort of smile. She goes up on her tiptoes and kisses my cheek. “You’ll get her back. No woman, straight or gay, can resist your charms. Go and show her that ring you have and win her back.”
With my sister’s words of encouragement floating in my head, I go to bed, determined to work out a way to win my wife back.