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Tyson’s and I’d be damned if he wasn’t
jealous. While I shouldn’t have smiled, my mouth reacted quicker than my brain.
“Yes, you and I have been friends for a very long
time,” I said, still grinning despite my best efforts to stop.
Sensing I was teasing him, Tyson lifted a dark
brow and smirked. “You are no one’s possession.”
“I know.”
Nodding, Tyson stood in a smooth motion then took
my hand and guided me to my feet. When he stared into my eyes, I melted under
his gaze.
“This opera is beautiful,” he nearly whispered,
his voice heavy as his gaze owned mine. Moving closer, he ran his hands down my
shoulders to my forearms. “The most beautiful opera I’ve ever seen. It is delicate,
yet powerful. It is my most beloved thing in the world.”
My skin heated as Tyson stared at me and I
realized he wasn’t talking about the opera. Unsure how to respond because of
Flynn and my sacrifice and how Tyson once gave me the best kiss then walked
away as if it meant nothing, I just stood there.
“I’m sure it’s a great opera and I’ll enjoy it,” I
finally said.
“If you love it half as much as I do, you’ll never
want to let it go.”
Swallowing hard, I was relieved when Lacey
appeared wearing a powder blue outfit that would be comical on someone less
beautiful.
“We’re off to the loony bin,” Lacey announced.
Stepping away from Tyson, I wasn’t sure what to
say. Why would Tyson be jealous of Flynn and not every other guy I dated? Was
Tyson just acting weird because the town was acting weird? Did he really feel
what I saw in his eyes?
“Next week, Bluebell,” Tyson said, returning to
the piano. “We can enjoy dinner first. I know how Gretchen forgets to feed
you.”
“I’m sixteen. I can feed myself.”
Grinning, Tyson barely glanced at me. “True, I
suppose you can figure out the intricacies of the microwave.”
Rolling my eyes, I glanced at Lacey who was
fumbling with her purse. “What’s wrong?”
“I can’t find my keys.”
“Take my car,” Tyson said, playing the piano
again. “I will permit this.”
Lacey glared at her older brother who smiled
without looking at her. Grinning at Tyson, I knew how he loved to tease Lacey.
“Fine, but I’m not putting gas in it,” Lacey said.
“Wouldn’t expect you to.”
Lacey tossed her hair over her shoulder then
walked into the kitchen. Returning, she carried his keys.
“I might put a few dents in it. Do you permit
that, old man?”
“Whatever you wish, child.”
Growling, Lacey stormed out as I followed after
her. I smiled at Tyson as I walked to the door.
“Thank you,” I said and he nodded.
“I wouldn’t want you to miss out on seeing your
aunt. Hopefully one day she will be released and you and she can live long
happy lives.”
“Yes hopefully.”
Tyson must have heard something in my voice
because he paused his playing. His shoulders sagged for a moment then he
straightened and sighed. Playing again, he said nothing more, but I knew he was
worried. Lacey was too which explained why she was being so grumpy with everyone.
Not with me though. Speeding along the highway,
Lacey allowed me to choose the music and to turn the air to the temperature I
liked. It was as if I was a dead girl walking and these were my last treats
before death. The ride to the hospital was almost festive, but this mood ended
as soon as we drove up the long path leading to the facility which rested just
outside Lily Falls.
Aunt Penny wasn’t really crazy when they locked
her into the institution, but I was certain she was crazy now. Years of hearing
the voices and seeing the demons had pushed her past the brink of sanity.
Yet Penny had a decent life in the hospital. I was
never sure why her doctors didn’t medicate her and send her home like so many
others with mental issues, but they kept her for eight years and showed no
interest in releasing her.
Waiting in the visiting lounge, I knew Lacey was
grabbing a bite nearby like
jealous. While I shouldn’t have smiled, my mouth reacted quicker than my brain.
“Yes, you and I have been friends for a very long
time,” I said, still grinning despite my best efforts to stop.
Sensing I was teasing him, Tyson lifted a dark
brow and smirked. “You are no one’s possession.”
“I know.”
Nodding, Tyson stood in a smooth motion then took
my hand and guided me to my feet. When he stared into my eyes, I melted under
his gaze.
“This opera is beautiful,” he nearly whispered,
his voice heavy as his gaze owned mine. Moving closer, he ran his hands down my
shoulders to my forearms. “The most beautiful opera I’ve ever seen. It is delicate,
yet powerful. It is my most beloved thing in the world.”
My skin heated as Tyson stared at me and I
realized he wasn’t talking about the opera. Unsure how to respond because of
Flynn and my sacrifice and how Tyson once gave me the best kiss then walked
away as if it meant nothing, I just stood there.
“I’m sure it’s a great opera and I’ll enjoy it,” I
finally said.
“If you love it half as much as I do, you’ll never
want to let it go.”
Swallowing hard, I was relieved when Lacey
appeared wearing a powder blue outfit that would be comical on someone less
beautiful.
“We’re off to the loony bin,” Lacey announced.
Stepping away from Tyson, I wasn’t sure what to
say. Why would Tyson be jealous of Flynn and not every other guy I dated? Was
Tyson just acting weird because the town was acting weird? Did he really feel
what I saw in his eyes?
“Next week, Bluebell,” Tyson said, returning to
the piano. “We can enjoy dinner first. I know how Gretchen forgets to feed
you.”
“I’m sixteen. I can feed myself.”
Grinning, Tyson barely glanced at me. “True, I
suppose you can figure out the intricacies of the microwave.”
Rolling my eyes, I glanced at Lacey who was
fumbling with her purse. “What’s wrong?”
“I can’t find my keys.”
“Take my car,” Tyson said, playing the piano
again. “I will permit this.”
Lacey glared at her older brother who smiled
without looking at her. Grinning at Tyson, I knew how he loved to tease Lacey.
“Fine, but I’m not putting gas in it,” Lacey said.
“Wouldn’t expect you to.”
Lacey tossed her hair over her shoulder then
walked into the kitchen. Returning, she carried his keys.
“I might put a few dents in it. Do you permit
that, old man?”
“Whatever you wish, child.”
Growling, Lacey stormed out as I followed after
her. I smiled at Tyson as I walked to the door.
“Thank you,” I said and he nodded.
“I wouldn’t want you to miss out on seeing your
aunt. Hopefully one day she will be released and you and she can live long
happy lives.”
“Yes hopefully.”
Tyson must have heard something in my voice
because he paused his playing. His shoulders sagged for a moment then he
straightened and sighed. Playing again, he said nothing more, but I knew he was
worried. Lacey was too which explained why she was being so grumpy with everyone.
Not with me though. Speeding along the highway,
Lacey allowed me to choose the music and to turn the air to the temperature I
liked. It was as if I was a dead girl walking and these were my last treats
before death. The ride to the hospital was almost festive, but this mood ended
as soon as we drove up the long path leading to the facility which rested just
outside Lily Falls.
Aunt Penny wasn’t really crazy when they locked
her into the institution, but I was certain she was crazy now. Years of hearing
the voices and seeing the demons had pushed her past the brink of sanity.
Yet Penny had a decent life in the hospital. I was
never sure why her doctors didn’t medicate her and send her home like so many
others with mental issues, but they kept her for eight years and showed no
interest in releasing her.
Waiting in the visiting lounge, I knew Lacey was
grabbing a bite nearby like
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