They drove down the road, a sign read, 90211, Beverly Hills she gagged at the thought, “love puppies? Are we going to have a problem?”
He spoke vial to her, “Your two undying lover boys, Phillip and Kalbreal, it became quite obvious when neither left your side in two days, creepy if you ask me.”
She challenged him, “How could you be certain unless you were there too.”
He laughed at her remark, “Don't fool yourself, Love.” He sighed from the corner of his eye, switching lanes, “I have had my fair share of romance and love triangles to last me ten lifetimes. Thousands of lovers all ending with the same tragedies, betrayal, hatred or death.”
Curiosity crossed her face, “So what? you just give up?”
“I won’t put it in that context, one cannot simply give up on something inevitably out of your control.” He smiled, keeping his eyes on the road, “but in response to your question, I have acquired myself a distraction,” he said pointing to his bottle of brandy under his seat.
She was lost with words, she didn’t know whether to be happy or disappointed, she was hoping Nikolai had not brought his bottle on the trip. She turned her head to the tinted window dismissing the Caster. Sightseeing was better than where the conversation was going.
Clare didn’t pay attention when he spoke, she was wrapped up in thoughts of her own new life. In her last few days of hell, she didn’t know what she was doing. Her mother, now not her mother, her brother, now her cousin. Her name, first not her name now technically a shortened version of her name, her head ached. They turned, she saw a sign which read, “Sawtelle Boulevard”
“I take it, you haven’t been to Los Angeles before?” His phone rang before she replied.
He put it on speaker, “If you called to scrutinize me, I’m not in the mood.”
A voice on the phone replied, “Where’s the girl, I saw you leave with her.”
It was Kalbreal, Clare shouted, “I have a name you know.”
“What are you doing with Nikolai? He’s a thousand years older than you, and not in the state to be alone with you.”
She pulled it back, “It's an eight, and thank you very much for the concern, but I’m fine. Can I just go for a walk now, some fresh air?”
Clare didn’t wait for a response, she got up and walked towards the front of the restaurant. Nikolai didn’t stop her. She limped onto the road, her feet hot from the heated tar. Blood dripped out under her foot on the road and pavement. This was not ideal, but she didn’t care.
Clare crossed the road and made her way towards the beach sand. Her stomach growled from hunger, making it known that she hadn’t eaten enough. But, she was angrier than anything else.
Her mother who was not her mother was dead, her best friend turned out to be a LIAR, and Kalbreal’s open affection was giving her mixed signals. She didn’t even recognize her own brother and didn’t know who she could trust. What hurt the most, was that though she had so much to deal with, she couldn’t stop thinking about him. The faceless man, his scent, his hands pressed against her chest, sucking all that power from her body like a vacuum.
“William.”
And to top it off, she was stuck with Nikolai, who was purposely being mean to her. His words saying one thing but his actions speaking another, and his constant alcohol smell wasn’t lightening the situation.
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