"This...isn't possible," I said.
"I don't know," said Roman dryly. "Looks pretty possible to me."
"But Seth's an author. These kinds of magazines don't care about people like him."
"He's so commonplace for you that you don't realize how famous he is. And, hey, if it's a slow week, they probably take what they can get. Sex sells - and that's pretty sexy."
I looked down at it again. It was pretty sexy. They'd taken it when I'd been lying on top of Seth, and the sarong had slipped enough that I was showing an awful lot of skin. Nausea rolled through me.
"Maybe no one will see this." Yet, even as the words left my lips, I knew that was wishful thinking on my part. As I'd noted before, this magazine was a favorite at the store, largely because of its outrageously ridiculous articles. Someone, somewhere was going to see this picture. And while the articles might be fabrications, a photo like this - which clearly showed our faces - could hardly lie.
I let the magazine fall to the floor. "I can't...I can't deal with this. Not after everything else."
Roman frowned, legitimate concern filling his features. I don't think he was happy about either the picture or Seth's new resolve, but it had to be obvious that more than these bits of news were plaguing me.
"Georgina, what else is - "
I held a hand up. "Not now. Tomorrow. We'll talk tomorrow. Too much...too much has happened tonight." Erik's lifeless eyes flashed in my mind. "It makes this seem like nothing."
He hesitated, then nodded. "Okay. You want to set aside some time for tomorrow night? I don't mean a date. Just, I don't know. Get dinner, talk about all this so it doesn't eat you up. I really am worried about you."
I started to say he shouldn't worry, that I'd be okay, but I backed off. I really didn't know if I was. "I'd like that," I said honestly. "If my damage control doesn't conflict, then sure. I'll tell you all about it." I stood up wearily. "But now - bed."
He let me retreat to my bedroom, his heart in his eyes. It made me feel worse, largely because of what a low priority his feelings were for me right now. Obviously, they were important to him, and I appreciated his ardor. And his feelings did mean something to me. There was something very sweet and comforting in his offer to breathe and just talk. But in light of everything else going on? I couldn't allow myself to process anything too deep with our relationship right now.
Particularly when I had to face the gauntlet at the bookstore the next day. I'd had a number of past times entering Emerald City where I'd been met with curious and covert looks. More often than not, it had been over something ridiculous, and I'd had no clue until later. Today, I knew exactly what was going on. There was no question that the damned magazine had gotten around.
And the looks this time weren't inquisitive or smug. They were accusatory. Disdainful. I couldn't face them. Not yet. I hurried through the store as quickly as I could, seeking my office - which I vowed not to leave for the rest of my shift. It was pretty hypocritical, considering my judgment on Seth avoiding his problems. Only, I didn't have as much luck getting away from mine.
Maddie was sitting at my desk.
I hadn't seen her in a week, not since she'd come to my condo. I'd told her then she could have indefinite leave from work and hadn't expected to see her back anytime soon. Now she stopped me dead in my tracks.
Her face was much calmer than I would have expected. No, it was more than calm. It was still. Perfectly, eerily still. Like a sculpture. And when she looked up at me, it was like looking into the eyes of the dead. Cold. Emotionless. Nonetheless, I shut the door, fearing what was to come.
"I had a million theories, you know." Her voice was as flat as her expression. "Never, ever did I consider this one. I mean, I wondered if there could have been another woman. But I never thought it'd be you."
It took an impossibly long time for my lips to move. "No...it wasn't that. It wasn't like that at all. That's not why he did it...." I couldn't finish and suddenly questioned my words. Wasn't that - by which I meant, me - exactly the reason he'd left her? Maybe our beach interlude hadn't been the direct cause, but I had certainly been the catalyst.
The magazine lay on my desk, open to the guilty page. She picked it up, studying it with a calculating look. "So what then? You were just comforting him after the fact?"
"Actually...well, actually, yeah. That shot was taken afterward."
It still sounded lame, and we both knew it. She threw the magazine down, and finally, the emotion came to her face. "What, and that makes it okay?" she cried. "You - one of my best friends - running off with my fianc¨¦ the day after he dumps me?"
"It wasn't like that," I repeated. "I went to find him...to see if he was okay."
"And then you made sure he was okay?" she demanded. Her words were sarcastic, but tears glittered in her eyes.
"No...I didn't expect anything like that to happen. And really, nothing much did happen. The thing is..." I took a deep breath. "We used to date. Before you guys were together. We never told anyone. Things ended...well, pretty much just before you started going out." Like, almost the day before.
That caught her off guard. Her eyes went wide. "What? You had a past...you went out with my boyfriend and never told me? He never told me?"
"We thought it'd be easier."
"Easier? Easier?" She pointed at the magazine again. "You think seeing you guys back together in full color was easier?"
"We aren't back together," I said quickly. "He didn't end things because he was cheating - " Again, I had to admit the truth to myself. He hadn't been cheating on her when he broke the engagement, but we'd slept together earlier in the relationship. "I was as surprised as you were. And I was worried. I told you, I went to find him, but we didn't sleep together. Then I left. That's it."
The tears were on her cheeks now. "It wouldn't have mattered if you had slept together. You guys keeping that past from me - you guys lying is worse. I trusted you! I trusted both of you! How could you do this? What kind of person does this to their friend?"
A damned soul, I thought. But I didn't say that. I didn't say anything.
Maddie shot up from the desk, futilely trying to wipe away the tears that were still coming. "Doug warned me once, you know. He said there was this way you guys always looked at each other that made him wonder. I told him he was crazy. I told him he was imagining it - that it was impossible. That you guys would never do that to me."
"Maddie, I'm sorry - "
She hurried to the door, pushing past me. "Not as sorry as I am for putting my trust in you. For putting my trust in both of you. I'm quitting. Right now. Don't expect to see me again." She jerked the door open. "I don't know how you can live with yourself. You two deserve each other!"
The door slammed loudly, rattling my ears. I stayed where I was, staring blankly at the desk, unable to move. Unable to think or react or do anything useful. I don't know how you can live with yourself. Me either.
"Boy, things are pretty screwed up for you."
Carter materialized beside me, his angelic signature filling the room. Dressed as ratty as always - except for his hat - he strolled casually to the desk and picked up the magazine. "That's a good shot of you, though."
"Shut up," I said. The agony I'd tried to keep locked up with Maddie began to burst out. "Just shut up! I can't handle your commentary right now, okay? Not with everything else. Certainly not with this..." I sank to the floor, leaning against the door and raking my hands through my hair. When I looked up at Carter, I expected one of his laconic smiles, but his face was all seriousness.
"I wasn't being sarcastic," he said. "Things are screwed up."
I suddenly wished I had a cigarette. "Yes. They certainly are. Erik's dead, you know."
"I know."
I closed my eyes for a moment, allowing myself to feel the full grief over that. With so much going on, it didn't seem like I'd really allowed any of these problems to have the full mourning they deserved. Someone, I realized, would have to do the proper things for Erik now. Did he have family somewhere? Dante of all people might know. Otherwise, I was willing to take on any funeral arrangements - no matter the cost or work. I owed Erik that much. I owed him so much more.
"It wasn't a coincidence," I said softly. "It couldn't have been. Jerome says it was some revenge from the Oneroi's master...but I don't believe that. Erik had been trying to figure out my contract. Before he died...before he..." My voice caught as I recalled how I had been the one to take that last breath. "He told me there were two contracts. That it wasn't mine that was the problem. I don't know what that means."
Carter still said nothing, but his eyes were fixed so intently on me that they might as well have been pinning me to the wall.