Hello, my Freaky Darlings!
I hope you’re enjoying your long weekend and that you got to enjoy munching chocolate bunnies and quality family time.
I have some news before I get into the next episode of The Veil. I started a new day job at an amazing organisation called OUTA. I’m incredibly proud to say that I’ll be a member of this team fighting corruption. So I’ll basically be an activist by day and an author by night. I’m loving every minute of it!
Anyway … moving along to the real reason you stopped by. Here’s the next part of The Veil.
The long hike back to our cabin seemed to take forever. Byron was almost back to being his old self by the time we set foot on our wooden deck. Jack sat on one of the plastic chairs that came standard with the cabin. His biker boot-clad feet rested on the plastic table. I stole a glance at Byron to check for any reaction.
No, he didn’t see Jack. Byron walked right passed him and unlocked the glass sliding door.
“What the hell do you want Jack?” I hissed once Byron was inside and out of earshot.
“You’re about to have a visitor.”
“What are you talking about?”
“Carol will be here shortly, and her intentions are highly questionable,” he said.
“Why is she coming here, Jack?”
“She thinks you can give her answers.”
He nodded and disappeared, once again leaving me to answer impossible questions. Sinking down into the chair that Jack had occupied moments before, I tried to quiet my mind. I had no clue what I could possibly tell Carol. I wasn’t even sure if I could help her, but I had to try. She was a woman in trouble, and even if she’d never been particularly kind to me, I couldn’t turn my back on her. Could I?
Then there was the question as to why Jack was allowing her to see me. I had no doubt that if Jack didn’t want her talking to me, she wouldn’t get within ten feet of my location. What was he up to? It wasn’t just about making me get rid of Byron or Carol getting answers. Something else had to be going on.
“What you still doing out here?” Byron’s voice was hoarse but happy as he peered around the sliding door at me.
“Just resting my weary bones,” I said with a forced smile.
“Well, come inside,” he said. “I’ve got the fire going. If you hurry, I might even throw in a foot rub.”
The grin on his face when he said it made me want to sob. I wanted to tell him to run, to get as far away from me as possible. I was cursed, and as long as he was with me, his life was in danger. The problem was, he wouldn’t believe me. He’d look at me as though I were stark raving mad and then he’d try to save me when he should be rescuing himself. No matter which way I looked at the situation, Byron and I were fucked.
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