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girl talking energetically with her hands.
Her long curls bounced my way, and she crossed her arms over her chest, raising an eyebrow. “Morning, sunshine,” she quipped, nodding her head my way. “Congratulations.”
I covered my stomach, suddenly realizing that I wore only West’s dress shirt and underwear. Backing toward my door, I looked between both of them. “Violet?”
West’s seventeen-year-old daughter was almost as tall as Logan. Her dark, blue eyes, so like West’s, pierced mine. “So you were going to go without me. I thought we had an understanding,” her boots were leaving crushed, wet rings on the carpet, and I resisted the urge to tell her to take them off.
“Logan said he hadn’t heard from you…,”
“After Russia, I didn’t think there was any need for friendly phone calls. We all want Troy dead, and I want my mom back, so cut the crap. You should have called me.”
Caught off guard, I tugged on the hem of the over-sized dress shirt self-consciously. Her too tight jeans were snug on her thighs and disappeared into her fur lined boots. Her jacket, shimmering silver, gave her an otherworldly air. She was sexy, with the kind of almost-eighteen-year-old body that I long ago realized I’d never have. Nothing about her curves would have anyone guessing that she was still in high-school.
I lifted my chin, straightening my shoulders. Ignoring her, I turned to Logan. “Is dad home?”
“He’s in his bedroom.” He said nothing more, and that was enough to convey that my dad had, in fact, been drinking.
“I’m going to get showered and dressed. We plan to leave tomorrow morning.”
“Well, I plan to leave today . I don’t need to wait for you; I just need your key.” She nodded toward my arm, my numbers standing out against the bright white shirt.
I covered my arm with my palm. “We need to prepare.”
“Fine, you two prepare, just give me a ride through the fountain. I’ll see you in 1955.”
“Ladies,” Logan rolled his eyes. “ Really? What’s with the hostility? We’re on the same team.”
“We need to stay together,” I gentled my voice, turning to Violet. “Please just work with us here. Did Logan tell you about going back to Russia once we get to 1955?”
Violet cocked her head to the side slightly. “He told me. I think you’re going for the wrong reasons.”
I stepped back. “You do?”
“You’re looking for… West ,” she said his name between her teeth, “because you want rainbows and a happily-ever-after. Though I’m not his biggest fan, he did sacrifice his life for you to be safe here . I’m going to find the other doors. I’ve been preparing for months for Troy. I won’t go down without a fight.”
“But you’ll go down.” I steadied my words. “He will kill you.”
She shrugged. “We’ll see.”
I looked at Logan. He watched me intently, his eyes moving from my shoulders to my feet. “Maybe you should change.”
His assessment made my heart thud. Gone was the smile from his words; he was disgusted that I’d put West’s shirt on, that much was clear. I nodded, retreating to my bedroom and locking the door.
Violet was driven to find her mother, and to kill Troy. She’ll be useful, I told myself sternly. Take her with you. My stomach turned.
But Troy had killed me . I was the one in that pool.
I would be the one to kill Troy.
Chapter Seven
“Where do you buy raspberry vinegar?” I asked Mrs. Rush as she peeled an orange. She laughed lightly, patting my shoulder.
“Anywhere, sweetie. I’ll teach you how to cook if it’s the last thing I do.” She brushed her hand against her apron, wagging a finger in my direction.
I smiled. Thanksgiving at the Rush’s was more comfortable than I had expected. The turkey in the oven sent my appetite into growling fits of anticipation; I covered my middle in embarrassment as another grumble sounded, loud enough for Mrs. Rush to hear.
“You can’t wait , Roamie, you’re eating for
Her long curls bounced my way, and she crossed her arms over her chest, raising an eyebrow. “Morning, sunshine,” she quipped, nodding her head my way. “Congratulations.”
I covered my stomach, suddenly realizing that I wore only West’s dress shirt and underwear. Backing toward my door, I looked between both of them. “Violet?”
West’s seventeen-year-old daughter was almost as tall as Logan. Her dark, blue eyes, so like West’s, pierced mine. “So you were going to go without me. I thought we had an understanding,” her boots were leaving crushed, wet rings on the carpet, and I resisted the urge to tell her to take them off.
“Logan said he hadn’t heard from you…,”
“After Russia, I didn’t think there was any need for friendly phone calls. We all want Troy dead, and I want my mom back, so cut the crap. You should have called me.”
Caught off guard, I tugged on the hem of the over-sized dress shirt self-consciously. Her too tight jeans were snug on her thighs and disappeared into her fur lined boots. Her jacket, shimmering silver, gave her an otherworldly air. She was sexy, with the kind of almost-eighteen-year-old body that I long ago realized I’d never have. Nothing about her curves would have anyone guessing that she was still in high-school.
I lifted my chin, straightening my shoulders. Ignoring her, I turned to Logan. “Is dad home?”
“He’s in his bedroom.” He said nothing more, and that was enough to convey that my dad had, in fact, been drinking.
“I’m going to get showered and dressed. We plan to leave tomorrow morning.”
“Well, I plan to leave today . I don’t need to wait for you; I just need your key.” She nodded toward my arm, my numbers standing out against the bright white shirt.
I covered my arm with my palm. “We need to prepare.”
“Fine, you two prepare, just give me a ride through the fountain. I’ll see you in 1955.”
“Ladies,” Logan rolled his eyes. “ Really? What’s with the hostility? We’re on the same team.”
“We need to stay together,” I gentled my voice, turning to Violet. “Please just work with us here. Did Logan tell you about going back to Russia once we get to 1955?”
Violet cocked her head to the side slightly. “He told me. I think you’re going for the wrong reasons.”
I stepped back. “You do?”
“You’re looking for… West ,” she said his name between her teeth, “because you want rainbows and a happily-ever-after. Though I’m not his biggest fan, he did sacrifice his life for you to be safe here . I’m going to find the other doors. I’ve been preparing for months for Troy. I won’t go down without a fight.”
“But you’ll go down.” I steadied my words. “He will kill you.”
She shrugged. “We’ll see.”
I looked at Logan. He watched me intently, his eyes moving from my shoulders to my feet. “Maybe you should change.”
His assessment made my heart thud. Gone was the smile from his words; he was disgusted that I’d put West’s shirt on, that much was clear. I nodded, retreating to my bedroom and locking the door.
Violet was driven to find her mother, and to kill Troy. She’ll be useful, I told myself sternly. Take her with you. My stomach turned.
But Troy had killed me . I was the one in that pool.
I would be the one to kill Troy.
Chapter Seven
“Where do you buy raspberry vinegar?” I asked Mrs. Rush as she peeled an orange. She laughed lightly, patting my shoulder.
“Anywhere, sweetie. I’ll teach you how to cook if it’s the last thing I do.” She brushed her hand against her apron, wagging a finger in my direction.
I smiled. Thanksgiving at the Rush’s was more comfortable than I had expected. The turkey in the oven sent my appetite into growling fits of anticipation; I covered my middle in embarrassment as another grumble sounded, loud enough for Mrs. Rush to hear.
“You can’t wait , Roamie, you’re eating for
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