17| Arnica.

I stare outside the window of Mavericks’ silver sedan, watching the buildings and fields as we pass them by, and trying to smother the urge to turn and face Maverick at the same time.

Wow, I have to say that today's service has got to be the most interesting funeral I’ve had the displeasure of attending.

As we were leaving, I couldn’t help but notice that Maverick was almost dragging me behind him as we crossed the cemetery to get to Dan who was waiting in the sedan with the engine running.

We probably drew more attention than Maverick could manage in a public setting.

Brushing my fingers over my tender knuckles, I sigh, wishing I had ripped Matthias’s nose ring out of his nose over jabbing him in the face.

I wonder if it hurt him and has left a bruise on his jaw. Reminding him of me every time it aches when he’s kissing his new whore.

I shouldn’t call her that, but shit doesn’t come labelled and well…

If the shoe fits and all that other stuff.

I can't help but notice that we have be