“You know you can’t trust anyone, don’t you?” His voice was barely above a whisper. The feel of his breath on the side of my neck made the hair on my arms prickle and a shiver run down my spine. “Sooner or later, Gabriel, Ashley or Avery will betray you. Hell you can’t even trust your mother. What would Georgia do if she knew what you’ve done? Her sweet, sweet angel is a murderer.”
“Leave me alone!” I snapped, my hand slipping, and my razor sliced the corner of my lip. I watched in the mirror as my blood spread to stain the shaving soap on my skin, my tongue darting out to taste it. Lucifer was behind me, his black eyes boring into mine in the reflection. “You’re not real.”
“I’m as real as you are, Gabe.” He stuck a finger into the blood and licked it off, soap and all. It made my mouth go dry as I swallowed. “Getting more real every single day. You can’t handle what you’ve done, and I can. You sure as shit can’t handle a little bundle of fire like Emma. That girl is so much better than you. Doesn’t it make you wonder how a loser like you could attract the attention of a hot piece of ass like that?”
“Don’t talk about her like that!” I dropped the razor in the sink, ducking my face to rinse off before taking a towel to dry off. The white cotton stank of too much bleach, and now I could smell the tang of my coppery blood mingled with it. “Emma likes me. She saved me! She saved me from you!”
“Did she?” He smirked, following me back to my bedroom where I quickly got dressed. I didn’t like the feel of his eyes on me while I did it. “How exactly did she do that? I’m still here aren’t I? Face it Gabriel. I’m your one and only real friend. I’m the only person you can trust. I’m the only one that looks out for you.”
“You want my life!” I snarled at him as I fought the buttons on my shirt. Then I nearly injured myself tucking my shirt into my pants a little too vigorously. “You want to take over. You want me dead!”
“I don’t want you dead. I mean kudos for the whole suicide idea. You do know that’s a mortal sin, right? What would poor mom do if you’d succeeded?” He pouted as he sat with his ass on the edge of my dresser. “Whatever would she tell Father John about her angel committing suicide?”
“It’s better than her finding out I’m a murderer!” I snatched up my comb and went to work getting my hair to behave. “I’m going to the shop. Then I’m coming home to spend the evening with Emma. I don’t want you here.”
“I’m here because you need me, Gabriel. You’ll see.” He followed me to the door, watching with a smug look on his face as I tugged on my coat, running my finger tips over the worn corduroy to make sure there was no lint caught in the nap. “I’m the only one you need, and I’m the only one who won’t betray you. You’re naive, but you’re not stupid. If you’d start thinking instead of mooning over Emma, you’d see that I’m right.”
I glanced at him over my shoulder as I undid the last lock on the door. “I will get rid of you if it’s the last thing I do.”
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