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hurt.”
Echo sighed and leaned against the basin. “Ki, please, you have to stop trying to fix me up with every available guy we come across.”
“Like that works.” Her hazel eyes sparked in annoyance when she came out moments later. “You can’t still be hankering after Philip. It’s been over three years.” She pumped liquid soap into her hands and washed them.
Not in the mood to talk about her ex, Echo shifted her backpack to her other shoulder. “I’m fine. It’s not Philip.” At Kira’s skeptical look, she added, “Really.”
“Good. Because there is someone amazing out there for you.”
“You can’t seriously believe that nonsense? What am I saying? Of course, you do, when you change your boyfriend as frequently as you do your hair color, looking for Mr. Right.”
“Why not? I don’t see any point in staying in a relationship if there’s no magic. But this isn’t about me,” Kira said, tearing off paper towels from the dispenser to dry her hands. “But something’s troubling you.”
Yeah. But what could she say? Or tell her about Aethan? The man wanted to haul her butt off the street and place her under house arrest. He had this ridiculous idea she’d get hurt going after demoniis. He had no clue as to how fast she was, or of her unusual strength.
What was it with men? First Damon going hard-ass on her this morning then the original hard-ass reappeared to dish out more orders.
She shook her head. “Just tired. I’m heading home. I’ll see you later.”
Kira gave Echo her gimlet stare . “You’re gonna be there, right?”
“Where else would I be?”
“Oh, I don’t know. The alleys, filthy backstreets, anywhere rundown, trolling streets and night clubs, searching for trouble?”
“I’m hurt. My best friend thinks I like street rats.”
Kira snorted and headed out the restroom, Echo followed her into the narrow hallway, to find Jon and Neal farther down from them, talking.
“You can’t be serious,” Neal protested. “There’s Jessie, she’s a looker, even Kira, but not the weirdo. Thought you had better taste, man.”
Echo stopped, rooted to the spot. Her hand slid into her pocket and curled around her stones.
“What’s wrong, Neal? Echo turn you down?” Jon’s amused voice floated to her and the knot in her stomach unraveled a little. Obviously the slimy rat hadn’t told Jon about their fiasco of a date.
“Please.” Neal sneered. “I like them pretty and curvy, not plain and scrawny.”
Jon shook his head. “I like her. If she ever shows an interest, I’ll ask her out.” He disappeared into the bar. Scowling, Neal stomped after him.
“The bastard,” Kira muttered.
Echo’s lips clamped together for a moment as old wounds re-opened and bled from the salt of Neal’s words. “See? That’s why I don’t want to date. It’s a pain in the ass. Half the time I don’t know if it’s my pheromones responsible or if I just bring out the jerks in them.”
“No,” a low denial erupted from Kira’s throat. “It’s his dick that’s twisted his brain. I’d like to strangle him with—”
Echo sputtered in laughter.
“What?” Kira shuddered in disgust. “Eew. I meant his nasty tongue, silly. Not touching that thing.”
“Thanks for the imagery I really didn’t need. I’ll see you later.” Echo headed for the exit, her smile vanishing. Outside, she dragged in a lungful of cold air, hoping it would calm her. She knew better than to let Neal get to her, but it was hard to turn old wounds into wisdom when they continued to blindside her.
And Jon? He would come to her defense, because he was an all-round Mr. Nice Guy. Why couldn’t she give him a chance when she did so with a slimeball?
Because Jon was a decent man and she couldn’t hurt him, not when her heart insisted on tugging her in another direction.
***
Standing on the formation of rocks jutting out into the ocean on the northern side of the estate, Aethan gazed into the
Echo sighed and leaned against the basin. “Ki, please, you have to stop trying to fix me up with every available guy we come across.”
“Like that works.” Her hazel eyes sparked in annoyance when she came out moments later. “You can’t still be hankering after Philip. It’s been over three years.” She pumped liquid soap into her hands and washed them.
Not in the mood to talk about her ex, Echo shifted her backpack to her other shoulder. “I’m fine. It’s not Philip.” At Kira’s skeptical look, she added, “Really.”
“Good. Because there is someone amazing out there for you.”
“You can’t seriously believe that nonsense? What am I saying? Of course, you do, when you change your boyfriend as frequently as you do your hair color, looking for Mr. Right.”
“Why not? I don’t see any point in staying in a relationship if there’s no magic. But this isn’t about me,” Kira said, tearing off paper towels from the dispenser to dry her hands. “But something’s troubling you.”
Yeah. But what could she say? Or tell her about Aethan? The man wanted to haul her butt off the street and place her under house arrest. He had this ridiculous idea she’d get hurt going after demoniis. He had no clue as to how fast she was, or of her unusual strength.
What was it with men? First Damon going hard-ass on her this morning then the original hard-ass reappeared to dish out more orders.
She shook her head. “Just tired. I’m heading home. I’ll see you later.”
Kira gave Echo her gimlet stare . “You’re gonna be there, right?”
“Where else would I be?”
“Oh, I don’t know. The alleys, filthy backstreets, anywhere rundown, trolling streets and night clubs, searching for trouble?”
“I’m hurt. My best friend thinks I like street rats.”
Kira snorted and headed out the restroom, Echo followed her into the narrow hallway, to find Jon and Neal farther down from them, talking.
“You can’t be serious,” Neal protested. “There’s Jessie, she’s a looker, even Kira, but not the weirdo. Thought you had better taste, man.”
Echo stopped, rooted to the spot. Her hand slid into her pocket and curled around her stones.
“What’s wrong, Neal? Echo turn you down?” Jon’s amused voice floated to her and the knot in her stomach unraveled a little. Obviously the slimy rat hadn’t told Jon about their fiasco of a date.
“Please.” Neal sneered. “I like them pretty and curvy, not plain and scrawny.”
Jon shook his head. “I like her. If she ever shows an interest, I’ll ask her out.” He disappeared into the bar. Scowling, Neal stomped after him.
“The bastard,” Kira muttered.
Echo’s lips clamped together for a moment as old wounds re-opened and bled from the salt of Neal’s words. “See? That’s why I don’t want to date. It’s a pain in the ass. Half the time I don’t know if it’s my pheromones responsible or if I just bring out the jerks in them.”
“No,” a low denial erupted from Kira’s throat. “It’s his dick that’s twisted his brain. I’d like to strangle him with—”
Echo sputtered in laughter.
“What?” Kira shuddered in disgust. “Eew. I meant his nasty tongue, silly. Not touching that thing.”
“Thanks for the imagery I really didn’t need. I’ll see you later.” Echo headed for the exit, her smile vanishing. Outside, she dragged in a lungful of cold air, hoping it would calm her. She knew better than to let Neal get to her, but it was hard to turn old wounds into wisdom when they continued to blindside her.
And Jon? He would come to her defense, because he was an all-round Mr. Nice Guy. Why couldn’t she give him a chance when she did so with a slimeball?
Because Jon was a decent man and she couldn’t hurt him, not when her heart insisted on tugging her in another direction.
***
Standing on the formation of rocks jutting out into the ocean on the northern side of the estate, Aethan gazed into the
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