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“No, thank you. I’m fine.” I interject, afraid for the guy myself. I wouldn’t drink anything anyway, not after Daniel’s ominous warning, and the things Dean spoke of this morning. “And by the way, he’s not the father.” I add for good measure.
The Demon lingers at our table, unsure of what to do, until Legion growls at him once again, to fuck off. He seems anxious to do just that, hurrying away.
“You think I’m lying to you about being pregnant?”
“Of course not.” Legion replies. “I believed you the moment your hand dropped.”
“Why test me, then?”
His stormy eyes seem to study me once again. A strange expression lingering behind his searching gaze. I wait curiously for his answer. It seems as though he wants to say something, but instead he ignores my question, asking one of his own, “You really should not have come here… How much time do we have?”
I lift my shoulder in a slight shrug. “I texted one of his guys before I stepped out of my car… Just in case.”
The tension in Legion’s expression slackens, and for a brief moment, it’s as if he’s feeling some type of regret. “Then there is none.”
“Tell me why you tried to have us killed.” I press him.
“I didn’t.” he insists.
“You’re lying to me. Aaron Hopper was one of yours.” I gesture to the room where his Demons are hanging about. Legion shakes his head slightly as he continues to stare at me, a look of disgust etches across his features once again at the mention of Hopper’s name. Setting my purse down on the booth beside me, I pull out Lucinda’s jar of hearts stationary and place it down on the table between us. Moving the card aside, I point at the handwriting. “You wrote this.” I accuse him. “The party’s here.” Legion’s eyes narrow at me as I speak. “He said those same words to us that night… Is that what you meant by this?”
“All I know is what I saw on the news, like everyone else.” Legion picks up the letter, glancing at it for a moment, then places it down as he smiles. With his hand spread wide, he presses the tips of his fingers down on the stationary and slides it back to me. “This letter means nothing. And now you have a room full of witnesses, yourself included, that have seen me touch this.”
Great. As I take the letter back, I want to tell him that Lucinda is blaming the whole nightmare ordeal on him… But doing so, especially after allowing Legion to touch the letter, feels like a betrayal. Not to Lucinda, I’m so mad at her, I am tempted. It feels like betraying Dean. And once again, I’m angry at Dean’s inclination to protect her, even if it’s only because of Maddie.
“Aaron Hopper was from Arizona. Dean said that’s where you’re from.”
“A lot of people… are from Arizona.”
“Gila Bend is a small town.”
Seemingly disinterested in what I said, Legion picks up the business card next. He glances at it before holding it out for me to take back as well. “You kept this?” his brow quirks slightly, surprised. I get the odd impression, that he might be pleasantly so.
“Dean did.” I let him know it wasn’t my choosing. “Are you really going to keep denying your involvement?” I frown at Legion’s silence now, snatching the card and the paper back from him. Folding the letter with card inside, I shove them back in my purse. “Was I wrong about you? Did you try to hurt us?”
“I would never hurt you.”
“So, whatever this is, is about Dean?” At the mention of Dean’s name, Legion’s lip twitches into another suppressed snarl. “Help me understand, Legion. You seemed friendly with him at Axel’s patch party.”
“Curse your bloody innocence!” he snaps at me, taking me aback once again. “There’s a difference between civility and friendliness.” He reaches into his pocket to grab for that pack of cigarettes again with distinct agitation, before he catches himself and abandons the task. I know it’s for my sake.
I nod. “Enemies come with smiles?”
He doesn’t say anything to that, but I know there is something brewing between Legion and Dean that is far more personal than anyone realizes.
“Why do you hate Dean?”
“Don’t come back here again.” He ignores my question, standing up from the table, looking down at me as he does.
“Legion...” I glance up at him pleadingly. It only seems to anger him further, and the threatening look he gives me has me shrinking back a little further into the grimy booth.
He leans down to get in my face, one hand resting on the surface of the table, the other on the back of the booth, caging me between his arms. I nervously bring my left hand to my throat as his cold eyes bore into mine. After a moment, his hard gaze drops to my hand, and the anger in his eyes morphs into something that looks more like… Envy?
I gasp when he snatches my hand in his, lifting it to his face as he examines the simple diamond ring on my finger. A slight sneer creeps across his mouth, before he presses my fingers to his lips, shocking me, yet again.
“You deserve better.” He nearly whispers, before dropping my hand. He straightens and shifts his focus to the members of his crew. “Watch her. Keegan will be along to collect her, momentarily.” He orders them. With a last lingering look at me, Legion storms out of the club, the side door slamming behind him as he goes. Moments later, I hear the sound of a motorcycle roaring to life, before it speeds off down the old service road.
I can’t help but wonder what he meant. Better than the ring Dean gave me? Or better than Dean, himself?
