Chapter Forty-Four

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"I was looking for something to drown out the pain.
But with all the wrong answers it started again."

....

I saw them leaving the bakery and fumed.
I knew where they would go so it was easy to slip away and follow.
I sat on the edge of the cliffs, hiding next to a bush so if Will or Adora looked up they wouldn't see me.
Looking down at their cuddling position stung my eyes, I told myself it was the wind though to avoid the flared emotions taking over too soon.
I closed my eyes and let the wind blow my face cold.
I needed to reach out to her, she had forgotten about me even with her family guarding her.
Yet she had slipped away from them for Will. Nobody else had that honour.
I opened my eyes and looked down at the couple again.
Her body had twisted in his and she was kissing him now. His arms held her and she had one on his cheek, and the other on his shoulder.
They looked beautiful together, they looked happy.
Adora deserved happy, but I was going to make her happier.
I wouldn't force her like boys did.
I loved her too much to make her feel obligated to touch me just because we liked each other.
The justice I'd felt when I'd destroyed Gus had left me elated, but seeing the secret rendezvous took all that victory away.
I shook with rage.
Will hadn't forced her, I knew she was safe with him, he was too kind to make any initial moves, especially while they were both meant to be grieving ex- lovers.

Had I brought them closer together with my kills?

I felt my entire body tensing at the thought and laughter floated up from the cove's shore.
One final look down between the cliffs and I saw Will laying back in the sand, Adora still between his legs and laughing as his arms and legs moved and he made shapes around them in the sand.
Sand angels.
My teeth clenched behind a smile and I stood up, my phone was warm in my hand and I took a couple of photos of the couple below me.
It would be worth the wait, completely worth the wait.
I just had to keep reminding myself that.

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