God of Pain (Legacy of Gods #2)(110)

“Invite her over,” Mom suggests. “I’ll make us lunch and she can stay with you.”

“I don’t think it’s a good idea to bring her into our house that’s so full of guards and security. She wouldn’t be able to handle this whole atmosphere and would be super uncomfortable. It’s better that I go meet her.”

“I’m coming with you,” Yan announces.

“No, Yan. I’m just meeting my friend and you’ll intimidate her.”

“Boss will have my balls on a stick if I let you go alone.”

“Please, Yan.” I grab his arm and bat my lashes. “I just want to feel normal for a little while. Besides, Papa has been giving me more freedom.”

“Not when it comes to those fucking English kids,” Yan says, revealing his extreme distaste for the way they all cut me out of their lives.

He knows how ecstatic I was to have friends, so he’s mad that I lost them so easily.

I tried to tell him that Creighton is their family and childhood friend and they wouldn’t forgive me for shooting him, but he said that if they were true friends, they would’ve at least tried to understand me.

“Everything’s going to be okay.” I smile. “Besides, Papa doesn’t need to know, right, Mom?”

“Right.” Mom catches his other arm. “Let her go, Yan. She deserves this.”

“You two will get me killed one day,” he grumbles, but he allows me to go unescorted after reminding me to call him at the first inconvenience.

And to keep my phone close—since they can track me through it.

Truth is, I don’t always have security with me. Papa was a pain in the ass at the beginning, but he soon allowed me the freedom he promised me and I no longer had to fight for it.

For some reason, that has felt like a tasteless victory.

What’s the point of freedom if I can’t use it to be with who I want?

After a long drive, I find Cecily sitting on one of the benches in the park, reading from some psychology book and giving zero fucks about the attention her silver hair gets.

She’s wearing a shirt that says, Wait…you can see me?

The moment my shadow falls on her, she lifts her head from her book and stares up at me.

“Hi,” I try but fail not to choke on the word.

“Hi,” she says slowly, carefully.

An awkward silence permeates the air, then I fall in beside her. “I can’t believe you’ve come to the States on your own.”

“Yeah, me neither.” She closes her book, slips it into her backpack, and faces me. “Is, eh…are you okay?”

I place both my palms on the bench and stare at the sky. People, movement, and noise swirl around us like the buzzing of bees, but they soon disappear. Unlike my wishes, time doesn’t stop, it keeps flowing on and on in an endless circle.

“I guess.”

“You don’t look okay.” Cecily’s voice softens.

“No?”

“Not really. You’re kind of pale and you’ve lost weight.”

“I’m on a diet for the ballet.”

“Does that mean you’re permanently relocating here?”

“I don’t really have a choice. It’s for the best anyway.”

“The Annika I know wouldn’t give up that easily just because the circumstances stole her choice. She’d fight to get it back, and if that didn’t work, she’d find another solution to get what she wants.”

I release a long sigh. “What I want is impossible.”

“Says who?”

“The one I want.” An onslaught of tears sting my eyelids, but I push them back down. “Enough about me. Tell me about you.”

“The usual.” She sounds sad, like someone who was beaten down. I thought she was mirroring my tone earlier, but she genuinely sounds a little bit broken. “Listen, Anni.”

“What?”

“I’m sorry.”

“For what?”

“For cutting you off after what happened. I shouldn’t have and I’m so sorry.”

“You guys were hurt on your childhood friend’s behalf. It’s okay. I understand.”

“It is not okay.” Tears gather in her eyes as she grabs my hands in hers. “We were your only friends, but when it mattered the most, we let you down. I’m so sorry you had to deal with this whole mess on your own.”

I choke on my tears and squeeze her fingers in mine. “Thank you, Ces. You have no idea how much your words mean to me.”

“Whatever happens, I’ll always be here for you.”

“Does that mean I can text you sometimes?”

“Of course. Any time.”

I grin and remove my hand to dab at my cheeks. “How’s everyone back at REU?”

“Back to normal, I guess. Glyn is constantly being kidnapped by Kill as usual. Bran has been disappearing on us more often than not. Lan is Lan, always scheming some trouble. Eli is MIA. Remi keeps pestering Creigh to join his satanic endeavors. And Ava is miserable because she has no one who listens to her fashion talks anymore. She got drunk the other night and said she misses you.”

“I miss her, too.”

“Despite the show she put on at the hospital?”