Nausea: Sequel to Warcrossed

Meeting In The Dark

Punching the numbers in my instructions into Google proved useful. I'd been stumped.

The first two numbers were the GPS coordinates to the Tokyo Dome. The second number must've been the date for me to meet him there. September fifth. Three days before the funeral Alexander had scheduled in South Carolina. I'd picked out the place. It was a spot right by the creek a mile away from my old house. During spring and summer, sun fell right on it. It was somewhere I planned to go back to, and it fit him. Sunlight, like he'd asked for, and right by the water where he'd feel at home. I almost had him sent to France, but I didn't know of anywhere that would be right, or anywhere that I'd be able to drop by. I put all of our things on a plane bound for that airport and texted Junior to pick it up and take it to my old room and that I'd be there in a couple days. All I kept on me was our phones and enough clothes to get by. It all fit into one suitcase.

Why I was thinking about small stuff while standing outside the dome I didn't know. This was the place. It seemed creepy with no events going on inside. No children running around. No crowd cheering. No announcer over the speakers.

Just quiet.

"It's been a long time, John."

I turned around and saw Jayce headed toward me.

"Bout time. I've been here since lunch."

He'd changed a lot since I'd seen him up close last. His jawline was sharper, now, and his eyes had a gleam in them that sent a chill down my spine. He'd become more broad-shouldered, and his hair now was long enough that his bangs hung across part of his face. The back was cut shorter. It was a change from the tall, lanky, boyish Jayce that I'd been in love with.

"What do you want from me?"

"Simple. I'd like a place to stay."

That was all? Suspicious.

"Can't you find one yourself?"

"Not anywhere ideal. I heard you were moving back to South Carolina. Your family's house is huge." He crossed his arms, a smug grin on his face. Never before had I felt such a strong urge to punch someone.

"Sure. But don't try anything."

"There's never a promise with me. You know that."

I sighed. I had no choice, since I had already made the deal to get this settled.

"If you say so."