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We had ten minutes before another interview We’d been in Seattle all of one day, and I could have sworn I felt her everywhere, even in the stupid rain

“Hey…” Rae sat down next to me on the floor

“Not now” I gritted ht now”

“I’ht you had it too easy You were always so talented, so fun to be around, and then I felt this insane need to protect you from the world when your sad excuse for a mother wouldn’t” He cursed “And I was jealous, always jealous that despite what you caainst, you always came out just fine…” He sed “Even when it caht you really did hate her, and I liked her All I kept thinking was finally, finally, soottoward the only person who could ever make me feel jealous—you”

Tears filled my eyes “I never wanted to hurt you”

“I know” He put a hand on my shoulder “And I never wanted to turn into the jealous bastard that pushed you so far you felt like you had no choice but to save the group and send her away”

“Yeah” My voice cracked “What’s done is done”

“Do me a favor?”

I sighed “Really?”

Rae s this interview, okay? Promise me?”

What was he talking about? I shrugged Whatever “Fine I promise”

“Good” He smiled “Good”

“Are you illegally s weed here in Seattle?”

He laughed “No”

“You sure?”

“Ask Sookie that question” He laughed “Actually don’t, that’s a bad idea; you never heard that from me”

The guy knew everything, I swear

I got to my feet, put on my jacket, and looked in the mirror I missed her so damn much

How did I even begin that conversation with her? Where I told her I was protecting her? That I cared for her but that I cared for four other people too? How did I save her and protect the group I’d sworn to stay with?

How did people even deal with this?

“Gwaenchanha?” Sookie asked if I was okay, his s, which was unusual for him

My eyes narrowed “Are you okay?”

He rubbedme into the studio to find my chair for the intervieith the US record label

We had a whole bunch of thirst tweets to read—again, and a few questions from loyal SWEETS in the States