Stupid tears spilled hot and fast over my cheeks. Linus was an auburn blur, his touch the only real thing in this world. This time, I let Boaz watch. Damn if I was going to hide one ounce of the pain he had caused for his sake. Forget pride. Let him see. Let him live with this. Let him fall asleep tonight and dream about my splotchy face, my tears, my misery. The shirt I called Old Grier tore, and I split down the middle with it.
Poor Grier. She just can’t catch a break. Boaz is a self serving dick. Both sides of her family are power hungry, self serving assholes. She’s got a house, a ghost child, an ancient seer and perhaps a friend in Linus. And three dog-lizards.
