Worse, I didn’t think Laura had learned her lesson. She had never regretted killing the vamps, she only regretted hurting me. There was still work ahead.
The only thing worse?
She threw the fight. She let me win. Let me. Which meant she could probably kill me whenever she wanted. If the devil decided to whisper in the wrong ear again, I could be in very serious trouble.
But even if that never happened (ha!), I had discovered something knew and awful about my sister.
Despite my earlier assurance, Laura wasn’t necessarily a good guy. In fact, I was pretty sure she was the worst kind of bad guy. She was a bad guy who thought she was a good guy.
I was normally pretty sanguine about the future, but I wasn’t going to be able to relax for a while.
I didn’t think any of us were.
Chapter 61
Dude,
This will be my last entry for a while. I think part of the reason I wrote so much this week was because Sinclair and Betsy weren’t here, and it helped fill my days.
They’re back now, and things are sort of back to normal. Tina’s still not speaking to Laura. Laura’s avoiding all of us. BabyJon apparently has superpowers. And Betsy doesn’t seem quite so bubbleheaded.
Only Sinclair is the same: cool, calculating, untroubled. Thank God he loves Betsy—I’d hate to think what would happen to us if he didn’t.
Meeting the devil—that was a new one for me, even for the funhouse we all live in.
I can’t get what she said out of my head.
So I’m going to call my dad tonight. Maybe even go see him.
The devil might have told me he knew my secret to fuck me up, and that’s fine—that’s the devil’s job.
I plan to use the information to make my life—and maybe my dad’s—a little better.
That ought to fix that rotten bitch. And hey, Satan, since you’re so busy watching me, let me be the first to say: not even those Vera Wangs can hide the fact that Lena’s got better ankles than you.
Later, dude.