Nothing strong enough for this, he said. We need to get them warm, dry, and hydrated before anything else.
Milo came out of the bathroom and jogged over to me. As if I were a complete invalid, he started drying my finger with a paper towel before putting on the Band-Aid.Milo, you know better than to let her help you in the kitchen, Mom said.
She went over to the coffee table to grab an ashtray, and then lit a cigarette as she walked back into the kitchen. Her eyes scanned over Jack, but she didn’t say anything to him. Instead, she just set the ashtray on the kitchen table and sat down.Sorry, Jack mumbled once my finger was sufficiently bandaged. Whatever had gotten into him seemed to be dissipating and the color in his cheeks returned.I’m the one that cut my finger. There’s no reason for you to be sorry. I looked over at him, and he smiled at me, but it wasn’t his usual cheerful grin.
We don’t really need a salad anyway, Milo decided.He pushed past me, collecting the vegetables that I'd cut and tossing them in the garbage. They all hadn’t been tainted with my blood, but enough of them had where it didn’t seem worth it.
So… Mom blew out a smoke ring and gazed intently at Jack. Her features still had that same worn look they always did, but there was something extra in her voice. You must be Jack.
When she accented his name, that’s when I realized what it was. She wasn’t as overt as Jane had been, but the look in her eyes and the tone to her voice… it was definitely seductive. My stomach twisted nauseously.But she’s not ready for it, Jack said. He’s not ready for it.
You’re not ready for it, Ezra countered.Maybe not, Jack relented. But he feels too conflicted for anything to work. He’s just making everything harder on her than it needs to be. I mean, you saw her today.
It’s incredibly painful, rejecting it, Ezra calmly said. Peter’s showing a tremendous will just going against it, but eventually, he’ll give in. It’s impossible. Whatever pain he thinks he’s avoiding, this is far worse.How do you know? Jack asked him suspiciously. You never rejected it.