Mirror, Mirror (Book 2)

Chapter 24: Jonah Cross Part 2

Looking at him steadily, Amelia backs away from the tree. Her brown eyes tinged with fear as Jonah jumps down from the tree, lands on his two feet, and grinned at her.

"Hey Babe," he winked. "How's it going?"

Amelia fought the urge to slap him.

" 'Hey' yourself," she snarled. "What are doing here? Did you follow me or something?"

"Or something," Jonah shrugged. "I tried calling you."

Amelia contorts her face in disgust.

"Why?" she asked, annoyed.

"Because," Jonah began, walking up to Amelia slyly. "I want to talk to you."

"Yeah, right," said Amelia scornfully, backing away.

"Please?" he begged, holding her hands. "It's been forty years."

Amelia rolled her eyes and said, "What do you want from me?"

Her ex-lover sighed, "like I said before, I want to talk to you."

"About what?" she scoffed. "How many people you killed over the past decades?"

"No," Jonah shakes his head. "I just want to know how you are doing."

"I'm doing fine." lied Amelia.

"You look great," he complimented.

His eyes gazed at her bikini when he spoke.

Amelia rolled her eyes again. "Whatever. How is your day?"

Jonah chuckles in embarrassment.

"Terrible."

"Nice talk. I will see you later."

Amelia storms off to the woods to find the cabins when Jonah grabbed her wrist.

"Wait," he said quietly. "ever since the Vietnam War, I can't stop thinking about you."

Amelia angrily turns her face to meet his.

"I don't care about you!" she seethed. "You are just as worse as Richard!"

Jonah rolls his eyes. "I am not Richard, Babe. You know that."

"Screw you," Amelia sneered, yanking her arm away from him.

"Nice comeback," Jonah sneered back. "Did you learn it from that kid five minutes ago?"

"His name is Oliver Harper," said Amelia bitterly. "And for the record, the boy is not a part of this conversation."

"Still have a soft spot for children, huh?"

"Shut up," Amelia mumbled.

"Holy shit," says Jonah, studying her face carefully. "You do care about children."

Sucking her cheeks, Amelia confessed, "fine, I do have a regard for children. But that doesn't mean I care about pathetic souls, like you.

"For instance, if you go near Oliver, I swear to God, I will rip your head off."

"Relax," Jonah threw his hands in a defensive manner. "I'm not going to hurt the child."

"What about his classmates?" Amelia implied.

"They are off my kill list," he says calmly. "Well, except for Granny Smith and that jock who looks like A-Rod."

Amelia looks at him sternly. "You are not going to kill them."

"Why?"

"Because, nitwit," she insisted. "Oliver cares about his class, and he will have a pitch fit if I ever lay a hand on them."