“Across the street. Look.”
A second later, I heard, “That’s kinda odd.”
“What!” I gasped, opening my eyes. I didn’t see my dead sisters; I saw two falcons on the sidewalk. As if they knew they were seen, they took flight.
“That’s not what I saw,” I said with a tremble.
“Okay…what’d you see?”
“Abby and Lisa.” I could not hide the ache in my voice.
Cadence pulled the mirror down so she could see the security that was parked behind us. “Freaking A. I told you, didn’t I? She’s messing with your head. And I would bet money those guards have been paid double. If you’re not careful, she’s going to break you.”
I took in a few rapid breaths. I felt like I was losing my mind. I knew I’d seen them. I was a thousand percent sure. Cadence wasn’t off base, though. More than once, Rasure had claimed that I was too mentally unbalanced, still in shock with grief; she knew exactly how to push my buttons.
“Come on,” Cadence said as she opened the truck door and slid out.
I balled my fists, then followed.
Inside the shop, Mason was at the bar with Gavin next to him. Wilder was behind it, and there was a writer in the corner. Besides that, the place was deserted.
I briskly walked the length of the bar. “Is it bar time?” I asked, not really wanting an answer.
I circled the bar, pulled out a shot glass, poured it full of whisky, and swallowed it whole, feeling the warmth slide down my throat, the harsh ease that followed it. This was the first drink I’d had since that wild summer with Mason, so only beats after that I felt a few of my uptight inhibitions slip away. The idea that I would have to lose control to find it again dared me to take another shot.
Gran’s image flashed in my thoughts. I didn’t want her to wake up only to see me go down a dark road that she steered me away from so long ago but I needed some courage right now, and I was sure it was at the bottom of the shot glass in my hand. “If not, it is now,” I said with a gasp, finally tasting how horrible the whisky was and remembering why I hated that drink of choice. I could swear razor blades were gutting my throat.
“I thought we were dry until next month?” Mason said as he twirled a toothpick in his hand and his concerned eyes rapidly danced across my face.
“Guess not. Pour me one,” Gavin said, only to catch a glare from Cadence.
I saw the guards getting out of the huge SUV. They’d parked and were making their way in. If I wanted another shot, I had to take it now. So I poured it, telling myself that I needed to face the grief that that vision in the parking lot had ignited. It felt like they died yesterday, the pain was that real.
Once the glass hit the bar, Wilder took it away. His blue eyes met mine for the first time in months. “What’s going on, D?” he whispered.
When I didn’t answer, he urged me back into the hall that was out of the common view of the shop.
I didn’t want to look up at him. I didn’t think I could handle it. He pulled my chin up as a gasp of fog that reeked of whiskey seeped from my lips.
“You’re cold…and getting colder by the second,” he murmured, looking into my eyes.
I took in a deep breath, smelling the rich scent of lilies that always seemed to linger oddly close to his skin.
“I told you I was cold hearted. Tell me you remember that.”
Instantly, he had my arms pinned over my head. “And I told you I didn’t care how cold you were.” He breathed against my neck, which made the entire hall turn to ice for an instant. “When are you going to get off this stage and let me see the real D?” Wilder always had to be different. The ‘in’ before the ‘d’ in my nickname was just too much for him to say.
One glance to his arm revealed a jagged gash. “What did you do to your arm?” I gasped as I averted my gaze, regretting those shots I took. If I was going insane, I wanted to be sober when that happened.
“Slipped on the snow, glass was on the ground.”
I broke free from him and crossed my arms. This was shaping up to be one of the weirdest days of my life. How could one dream predict two different wounds on my friends?
“I’m the reason you’re drinking,” Wilder stated. If I didn’t know better, I would have thought I heard pride in his tone.
“Don’t tell me you became cocky while you were out on the lam. I’ve had a bad day, followed by a sleepless night.”
“Sleepless, huh? You and Mason hooking up again? I heard he held you last night.”
I glared up at him. “What do you guys have—some kind of Indie survival club or something? Mason knows what we are. He was a friend when I needed one.”
“Survival club—really?” he said with that trademark smirk of his that enhanced his oh-so-kissable lips. I couldn’t help it. I breathed in again. His scent had always reminded me of the fragrance of spring, breaking warmth.
“I don’t like it when you guys talk about me. Pass tips on how to handle me.”
“Well, I don’t get why we can’t be friends. Why you treat me different than Gavin and Mason.”
“Because they’ve moved on.”
“You think I haven’t?” he asked as his blue eyes pierced through me.
I felt my insides cave in. The whisky was definitely wreaking havoc on my empty stomach and coursing directly into my bloodstream. “I heard rumors…but you never said.”
“You never asked,” he said as he tilted his head and gazed down at me with that signature wonder he always carried when he stared at me. I hated that look. In my eyes, it confirmed that I was nothing more than a challenge to him, that once I gave in, he’d make a notch on his bedpost and be gone.
“How long have you guys been hooked up?” That was my cold reminder that I wasn’t falling for his charm.
“This girl, a few weeks.”
“‘This girl,’” I repeated as I began to slide away from him.
“A few. It’s been a year, D.”
“I know,” I said, looking away, feeling somewhat betrayed. I wasn’t really surprised at the ‘few’ part. Wilder had this essence about him, one that was all man, completely seductive. That, along with his charm, that artistic flame that rippled through his piercing stare, was more than alluring to the female species. He told me once that he’d never had a relationship with anyone that lasted as long as ours, and we never even got started. I felt played. He was texting me nearly every day while hooking up with other girls.
“You never asked,” he said, as if he’d read my expression. “And whether this thing I got going on works out or not, I know this isn’t going to work the way I want it to.”
“And exactly how do you want this to work?”
“I want to be in your life the way Mason and Gavin are. You want me there, too, even if you won’t admit it.”
Wilder had always had this thought, or saying. He claimed we were destined, that I had already belonged to him. I never believed a word of it. Out of the three of them, I was always more guarded around him. I didn’t like how aware of me he seemed to be, not in a sweet way, but in a judgmental way, one that made me feel like we were not building a relationship but outlining a battlefield.
“Then learn to give me my independence.”
“Yeah, that worked well for Mason and Gavin. Those two have never said no to you. You want somebody to challenge you. Admit it.”
“I do. I want someone to push my mind, body, and soul to the limits. I want them to never let me forget how passionate every second of life is. I want someone I trust enough to follow and man enough to let me lead. Most of all, I want someone I can stand beside as we change the world. Someone who can help me ease the agony in this dark, cold world. I want a Falcon.”
I wanted Sebastian Falcon, but I wasn’t about to admit that aloud.
I never even thought about what I really wanted, and the last thing I wanted to do was admit that juicy tidbit to Wilder. There was no telling what he would do with that confession.
“Not everything t
hat is cold is wicked, D.”
I raised my chin, cutting off his building speech that would try to convince me that I was not cursed, just different. “Friends,” I said to point out our current relationship status.
He smirked as he shook his head. “God help the man that does break the ice shield you hide behind.” His smile faded as our stares locked and that wonder filled his eyes once more. “There is no telling what’s deep down inside of you.” He let his words settle over me, then said, “Anyone I should be cheering on now?”
“No. Too focused on Rasure.”
He crossed his arms. “You are going to have to find somewhere else to place all this aggression.”
He hated Rasure as much as I did but didn’t see her as a threat. More than once, he told me I just needed to ignore her and wait it out.
“I’ll worry about that when it’s over,” I said as I remembered the info I had in my back pocket. “I gotta talk to Gavin.”
“Of course,” he bit out as I pushed past him.
Sophia had showed up for her night shift. She was tying on her apron, staring out at the bar. “You told him, didn’t you?” she whispered to me.
I knew she was talking about me mentioning her crush to Mason. “It may have come up, why? Did he say something?” I asked, glancing over this innocent girl who was more than likely too naïve to be in a relationship with my crazy summer boy.
“No, it was just the way he looked at me when I came in,” she said as her nervousness made itself apparent in her tone. “This isn’t going to be, like, weird between us, you know, if it goes anywhere? I don’t want to lose you as a friend over a crush.”
“You won’t,” I swore.
Her cheeks blushed just before she moved past me and started setting up for the night crowd.
Gavin was still sitting by Mason at the bar. Both of them were trying to read Wilder as he came out of the hall behind me.
I put the paper on the bar and slid it over to Gavin. “I need you to figure this out.”
“And this is...?” he asked with curiosity piqued.
“I developed the film.”
“Really?” Mason said as he leaned forward and tried to catch my gaze.
“Yeah. Anyway, there were pictures of Rasure on there, like, really old ones, and she looked the same. Either it’s her and I’ve officially gone mad, or everyone in her family looks the same. Regardless, my birth mother knew her.”
“Told you she was a demon,” Gavin said as he tapped the paper on the bar before sliding his seat back. He moved one space down next to Cadence, who already had her laptop open.
I glanced past Mason to the guards that were seated at the table by the door. I offered a nod. Just as I was about to ask if they wanted some coffee or something, the chime on the door introduced a new patron.
She was our age. Her hair was so blonde that it was almost white. She had it pulled back tightly, and the collar of her red pea coat was pulled up. It enhanced the fire engine red lipstick she was wearing. Everything about her was alluring. I wasn’t surprised that Gavin and Mason let their glances linger longer than they should have, but I was surprised to see Wilder walk around the bar to greet her.
I felt my stomach turn, my skin blush, and the ice form under my gloves. I reached for the coffee pot under the shelf of the bar and made my hands stay there. I couldn’t lose control, not in front of people I didn’t know.
Wilder walked right up to her, and she reached her arms around his neck and eased her body against him, whispering something in his ear as she caught my stare. He looked uncomfortable, not because of her touch, but because I was in the same room.
“Looks like somebody forgot to tell Wilder rule number one thousand and sixty,” Mason joked.
Gavin looked up from his work and smirked. “The most important one.”
“And what rule is that?” I asked, relieved I had something else to focus my attention on.
“Never bring the ‘next’ girl around Indie without warning,” Mason answered.
“But that rule is null and void if she is the one that hooked you up with her,” Gavin said, raising his hand as if he were declaring it. Cadence elbowed him, but he only vaguely acknowledged the blow. He was staring at me, trying to see if I was really upset. I shook my head no once.
“So I hear,” Mason said as his charismatic stare caught Sophie’s as she set a fresh cup of coffee in front of him. She blushed again and then walked away.
“All right. That’s enough. I’m declaring an official end to the Indie Survival Club. I can’t stand that you guys talk about me. It makes me feel cheap.”
The playfulness both Gavin and Mason had been talking with evaporated immediately. “That is the last thing you should feel like,” Mason said, leaning closer to me, reaching for my arm. “Closed club. Promise.”
Gavin moved down a seat closer to Mason. “Indie. It’s not a club. If it was, it would just be Mason and me, and we just don’t want anyone to hurt you or push you. We knew if you found out Wilder wanted to meet you and we blocked him that you would take it the wrong way, see us as obsessed or something. We just never expected you to let him in so fast. He’s not really your style.”
“I didn’t let him in. And I thought that it might work because you guys introduced me to him.”
Gavin’s eyes filled with concern. “You like him?”
I shook my head no once, knowing that was the truth. I didn’t like him the way I should. I knew that. I wasn’t jealous of him. I was jealous that another girl saw him for what I couldn’t, that she could touch him and not worry about freezing him to death.
I saw both Gavin and Mason breathe out.
“What do you guys know? I already figured out this is not the first girl that has been keeping him warm over the last few months. I let him go.”
They glanced at each other, then to me, giving me the impression that I wasn’t even close to the mark concerning what they were thinking or knew.
“What?”
“Just a gut feeling,” Gavin said under his breath as he glanced out the window to the empty snow-covered streets. “You say the word, and we’re out of here. I don’t like how she showed up out of nowhere, or that he is messing with you.”
Mason angled his phone at Gavin, as if to show him the time. He received a quick nod from Gavin before he glanced out the window again.
What was with the two of them?
“Wilder doesn’t have me rattled. I think it’s the dream I had last night. This day just feels off to me. Almost like everyone is either in place or out of place. My emotions are just on high alert.”
Gavin reached to squeeze my hand. His eyes questioned where my scarf was before he spoke. “We are going to figure this out, one way or another. I’m already on it.”
Mason nodded once to agree. I wasn’t sure what they were trying to unravel or why they didn’t seem to be hiding their protectiveness anymore. I mean, hell, if looks could kill, Cadence would have taken Gavin down the first second he moved away from her to talk to me.
“Don’t let me drag you into my hell. I think it’s almost over anyway.”
They glanced at each other before looking back at me. “It feels like it’s just starting,” Gavin said, almost to himself as he glanced over his shoulder at Wilder.
Wilder had somehow managed to get his girl to leave, but not before kissing her tenderly in front of all of us.
He avoided my stare as he walked back to the bar. The glances from the guys confirmed his fear that that was not a good thing to throw in my face. I mean, he could have at least introduced her to us.
I put up the front that I didn’t care as I acted like I was busy straightening up things. A beat or two later, I smelled the rich scent of lilies and glanced up to see Wilder just behind me. In my ear he whispered, “I didn’t plan that. Wasn’t ready for you to see it. Sorry.”
I glanced back at him and gave him a stiff nod before moving back to where Mason was. I halfway thought he was just tryin
g to get a rise out of me. But like I said, I was more jealous of the ‘normal’ girl he’d found than the sight of her in his arms.
A familiar whisk of air swooshed through the room, producing Skylynn on the stool next to Mason. On reflex, I glanced to the guards, then to the writer in the corner to see if they noticed her sudden appearance. They gave no evidence that they did, but she’d stolen Cadence and the guys’ attention.
“Just to be clear, you see someone sitting next to Mason?” I said under my breath where only they could hear me.
“Of course they see me. They’re not blind,” Skylynn said as she pushed Gavin’s empty shot glass forward. “I’ll take one of these.”
“Everyone, Skylynn. Skylynn, everyone,” I said with insolence as I poured her a shot. Now, after all this time, she shows herself.
Wilder leaned over the bar in front of Cadence, and the two of them started a quiet conversation. I’m sure they were trying to figure out why they were now as insane as I was.
Mason wasn’t bothered by it at all. His chocolate eyes were drinking in Skylynn. Gavin’s eyes just moved between the two of us, trying to figure out why I was mad at my imaginary friend that had come to life before their eyes.
Skylynn slammed the glass down and turned sharply on her seat to face Mason. “You’re a twin.”
“Yup,” Mason said as all the allure left his eyes. She’d just called out his weakness, the loss of his brother.
“He played music, like you. Was it the drums?”
Mason smirked. “He wishes. Guitar and vocals.”
“Fanfreakingtastic,” Skylynn muttered as she asked me for another shot with the wave of her hand. I gladly poured it. I’d never seen her drink or lose her serious composure. I guess today was a day full of firsts.
She sipped this one at first, then swallowed it whole. “Tell me this,” she said, leaning into Mason. “Did anyone ever mistake you for each other? Not anyone. Did anyone special mistake you for the other?”
Mason bit his bottom lip as his gaze fell into hers. I glanced back to make sure Sophia’s attention was somewhere else, but the lavender blonde had captured her attention, too.
Mason leaned forward as he let a devious smile echo on the corners of his lips. “If anyone bothers to get close enough to a twin and looks into their eyes, they will see that the souls could not be mistaken for one another.” He leaned a little closer. “A special person would never question it, not if they knew us at all.”
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