Chapter 11
I couldn't get on that bus. Surely, he didn't really want that? Uncle Carlisle sure didn't seem to. I hoped it wasn't because he thought I wasn't doing a good enough job or wanted me to fuck up something else. To have a show of me getting fired in front of the whole band for his amusement.
Edward's eyes quickly darted over to me while his hand still rested on the knee of tonight's blue light special. Eyes slitted from booze or exhaustion or something else entirely. I had a thought that he was waiting for me to agree or protest. To show I wanted that, despite Carlisle's unease or to chicken out and say bus three was fine.
That moment was the first time it occurred to me maybe this was a game to him, fighting Carlisle and doing the opposite of what he thought best. Just to egg him on.
Looking back, it should've been the first time I realized I was a part of a game.
Carlisle glanced at me with a pained look on his face and sighed. "Tomorrow, you'll ride with us. Days only when possible. We'll see how that works." I wondered why he gave in so easily.
"Whatever you say." My stomach did flips. I tried to appear enthusiastic, but not overly so, more like a team player. He was my boss and I'd do anything he asked, but I wasn't stupid. He didn't want me there.
He didn't want me near the Dragon.