(Sundays are for honesty and ridiculousness.)
Sam's love for me is not all that romantic, so get over yourselves. His loyalty, however, is the supreme force to be reckoned with and when pushed, he (like me) will burn you the fuck down with it. Matt thought it would be easy to win over and he's struggled and when it got bad enough he'd take an assignment to get away from it but things haven't changed and things probably won't change. He gave Sam an ultimatum and Sam didn't budge an inch.
Lochlan looks at me last night, fire reflecting in his eyes, whiskey diluting his blood and he says why are you so good at this?
I shrug. You taught me to charm people for a living. And so that's what I do.
Why can't you turn it off?
Why would I for him? Why would I for anyone that I love? You said, if you want that brass ring give it everything you've got and so I do. A hundred percent all the time for all of you and nothing for anyone else.
This isn't how I meant. The brothers twisted everything we did and made it into something irreversible. Something too powerful.
You're not happy with me anymore?
It's not that. It's just you built this army but now you can no longer control it.
I can. But I try not to. I let the chips fall because anything else and we would be a cult.
We are a cult, Bridget.
I know we are. But are you happy, Lochlan?
Very. I can't even explain it. I thought my jealousy would be worse than Matt's is. Worse than anything but it doesn't seem to be an issue sometimes.
Only with the Devil.
Not even with him so much anymore.
My eyebrows go up and my brain starts churning but I don't reply. Too busy wondering if Sam can actually weather the storm of knowing he's alone except for the odd warm front of affection that gets forecast now and again. A front that isn't really appropriate but that no one would dare complain about all the same.
Two more disciples for my collective. No one's on the fringe now. Not even Caleb.
Oh noes.
Oh noes.
Oh yes.
Oh shit.
