As my body warmed, the shock wore off. I felt better. Hungry. A little antsy, but better.
I couldn't control King. I never could. I knew that as surely as I knew Jake was a good man. As I knew with my skills and connections, I had the potential to be this world's worst nightmare.
It was best to let go of what I couldn't control and focus on what I could—predominantly me.
Jake gave back my phone and laptop before heading out to pick up Davon. We were still going roller skating this morning. This afternoon, I'd keep my promise to Alec. I foresaw a very awkward afternoon, but it still felt important in a very organic way that some people might interpret as fated.
I wasn't sure I believed in fate. That seemed to take away the little control I had left, and I needed to retain at least some control otherwise I'd be tempted to waste away in my room as I waited for something to happen.
