“Which is why we have come up with another idea.” Rafael looked at me.
I avoided his gaze. “Which is why you need me.” It was a statement, not a question.
Cara glanced at me, and said. “Exactly.”
41
Havoc
I shouldn’t have reacted when Riley Jumped into the forest, but I did.
After all, I knew she was coming. It was the only real advantage to having her in my fucking head. But when she popped into view, I nearly lost it. Both my monster and my beast went flipping nuts. Like she’d been gone for months.
As if I needed any further proof that the Dreambitch really mattered.
Dammit.
I pushed my alter egos back and managed to keep my swagger intact, so at least my body posture wouldn’t give anything away. I should be a trembling wreck after the parasites, but the sheer power pumped into me from that freak of nature, Nikolai, had me squeaky clean and healthy. Ready to leave.
I just needed to get Fang back.
But Riley looked right at me. And then she marched into the treehouse.
Fucking hell.
It took the wind clear out of my sails. I’d been braced for the battle I was going to have as soon as I went to leave. But now she’d delayed my departure, and I didn’t want to interpret my feelings on that.
Was she going to use Fang to keep me here?
Would it work?
I would just wait. Hang out in the fucking dripping wet forest. She’d be back out, eventually.
Maybe.
Without any clear stalker-type attempt on my part, I sensed her enter the library. And was an unwilling witness to the presentation of their latest nutzoid scheme.
I just wanted out.
But I wanted her out, too. Big problem, with no easy solution.
By the time she emerged from the treehouse, I’d worked myself into something of a state, fighting with the two other entities that lived within me. They wanted to grab her and haul her off without any discussion on the matter. My human was not only pretty fucking sure that wouldn’t go over well, but it knew that holding a Jumper hostage was like holding the wind in your hands.
Impossible, really.
But I might try it if she held Fang over me. Mostly because I had no other ideas.
I was still contemplating it when she marched out of the treehouse and straight up to me. Her thoughts were walled off as she stared. Such a tiny wee thing, and yet so strong. Not one iota afraid of my menacing form, or the violence I wore like a second skin.
Dreambit was a good name for her.
Iwantedher. Not just my twin entities, my human, too. With a desperation that I’d never experienced before. Because she not only matched me, but she’d fill that gaping hole inside me. Every fiber of me acknowledged it.
Dammit.I fucking belonged to her.
My hands folded into fists as I fought the urge to reach out and touch her. I trembled with the power of it, but as I stood there battling, she reached up beneath her hair and extracted Fang.
She was going to give the Webspinner to me? I couldn’t quite believe it.
