Chapter 12I got a call from the workshop telling me my bike was ready. I stopped by and picked it up. I wasn’t going to spend more time without my bike, come what may.
I looked up at the sky. The sun was low, touching the horizon. It was time I met Connor. Unease swirled in my stomach like nausea. What was I doing? I couldn’t keep doing this. I had to go there and kill him, get it over with. That was what I would do.
I drove to Mulberry Street and sat in the road, finger stroking the stake absently while I turned it all over in my head. I was going to march in there and push the stake into his heart, break my promise because that was what I did. I broke things. Or maybe I was going to use my Smith & Wesson and blow his head off. I was going to do this.
I closed my eyes and breathed,
