"How long have you all been up here?" I asked.
The noise at the table ceased and all eyes zeroed in on me.
Jake was the one to respond. "Since the day you came here."
All along they were here. They followed me.
"Why?" I choked out.
Brian stared at me. "You are not feeling well. You didn't think we would take the whole 'I'm leaving and I'm not coming back' speech, did you? We knew you might need someone. So here we are."
I was truthful with my words. I was not going back to Redwood. I should have never gone there in the first place. Yet, a weird sensation swirled through my veins at the thought of these guys coming after me. It sounded like something Sabastian would have done. When our parents died, he stayed with me all through my mourning. Even when he was not supposed to be. He was the one who pulled me out of it. We fought. Fought some more. Then we were good.
