(Part two of the Wildcards Series)
Asher German is sick of the Twisted Skulls and Fallen thinking they can get to him through Grimm and girlfriend Charlotte Montgomery. When fools take their tactics too far Asher's through playing nice. It's time fo...
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Chapter 22
It takes an hour to get there, but Ryker pulls up alongside a secluded part of the fence. When he throws his van into park, he turns to look back at them. "You want me to go with you or wait here?"
"I don't care." Asher's eyes shift to Charlotte. "What do you want, little fox? What will make this better? Besides your own death," he amends.
"He can come." She moves off his lap, and slides open the back door, before stepping out. She looks up at the fence, and wraps her arms around herself. "I'm not allowed to come here."
"We're all technically not allowed to at this hour, Charlotte. Does it look like either of us care?" Asher raises a brow.
"Her parents won't let her come to the grave." Ryker rolls his eyes.
"I'm aware she means them. I really could give a fuck." Asher's irritation comes through as he unexpectedly curses.
Ryker raises a brow in surprise. "Wow, he can curse."
Asher narrows his eyes. "Anyone can curse, I choose not too most of the time. Now are you going to hop the damn fence or not?"
"Yeah, yeah," Ryker grumbles, before heading to the fence and climbing over it. "Just a couple of bags of giggles tonight aren't we?"
Charlie reluctantly climbs after him and pauses at the top. "If you jump from that height, and make me catch you, I'm going to be pissed, woman. Get your skinny ass down here safely." Ryker glares up from the other side.
"Fine." she scales down the other side.
Grabbing the fence, Asher propels himself up and drops down silently beside them. "Please tell me one of you knows where she is."
"Papa showed me." Charlie nods, before walking into the darkness. Around her grey shadows dance over their graves, some accompanied with the ones they're buried next to while other ghostly figures dance alone. She knows it's just the trip, but it still sends a shiver down her spine. When she approached a plot with a headstone of a weeping angel, she stills in her tracks. "I didn't bring her anything."
"It's not the anniversary yet, baby," Ryker reminds her. "You're just here to say hi tonight."
Remembering what's in his pocket, Asher suddenly puts a small red rose in front of her that Linda gave him.
"Thank you." She silently moves to the grave and brushes off the dead grass that has accumulated on the headstone. Charlie places the rose next to the angel, before laying down beside the plot and laying her hand over where she assumes her sister's folded hands would be.
"I'm just going to sit against that tree." Ryker points behind them. "This usually takes a while."
Charlie's soft whisper gets lost in the gentle evening breeze, as she closes her eyes, and envisions her sister laying next to her.
