Never Letting Go (Delphian Book 1) by Christina Channelle Page B

have some extra cash flow coming in without me actually having to do any work. A comfortable amount of money was left for me from my parents so I didn’t have to struggle being on my own.
    Stacy was a few years older with long light brown hair down her back, and clear blue eyes. Jillian was her opposite, with short black hair, glowing brown skin, and deep brown eyes. I wasn’t close to the girls. I didn’t know if it was because they were older and technically their landlord was younger than them.
    Or maybe it was because they’d both had the hots for my boyfriend and they had no qualms about making it public knowledge and rubbing it in my face every chance they got.
    Stacy was peering cautiously at me. She hadn’t seen me in quite some time, with me being cooped up in my room and all, and I knew she must have heard my muffled crying these past couple weeks.
    “Morning,” I responded, making my cereal and taking a seat at the kitchen table. I frowned then took the first bite of my corn flakes.
    We both remained silent after that: me eating my bowl of cereal, Stacy timidly sipping a cup of coffee. When I was finished, I placed the bowl into the sink where I quickly cleaned and rinsed, placing the bowl and spoon to dry. I turned around to grab my bag and exit the kitchen when Stacy spoke up again.
    “I’m sorry.”
    I paused at the threshold of the kitchen. Stacy was now fidgeting with her fingers.
    “Excuse me?” I stared back at her, thinking I had heard wrong.
    There was no way Stacy was actually trying to engage in conversation.
    She glanced up. “About Ethan. I’m sorry that he’s gone, that he left you.”
    I was quiet for a moment, breathing silently, processing her words, hearing the almost sneering tone. I realized then why I didn’t like her. While Alex was direct, Stacy chose the sneaky route. She was trying to hurt me. She seemed to be uncomfortable with my attention so I turned back around. Before I left, however, I finally responded.
    “He’s not gone,” I said softly. I remembered the time that we had just spent together in my dream. I shook my head in denial. “And he will never leave me.”
    And with that I walked out of the kitchen, slipped on my flip-flops, and went out the door to wait for Liam. I had my own car but Liam had insisted on picking me up, so I sat on the porch as I waited for his familiar black SUV.
    Just as his car pulled up, Stacy opened the door, leaving the house. She ignored me from where I sat, and I watched her walk away, but she stopped upon seeing the SUV pulling up in front of the house. As the passenger side windows rolled down, she caught a glimpse of Liam and smiled suggestively at him. Liam, wearing sunglasses, nodded his head in return, a large grin on his face.
    Annoyed, I stood up from the steps and stalked over and opened the passenger side door, pushing Stacy away in the process. She stumbled back. As I sat down, I buckled up my seatbelt and looked over at Stacy, who was glancing from me to Liam, a small frown on her face.
    I took the opportunity to charge. “You know, Stacy. Your lease will be coming up in a few months. Unfortunately I will no longer be renting at the moment. Be sure to tell your BFF. I’m sure this will give you plenty of time to look for other accommodations. You have a good day, now.”
    Before she could respond, I looked over at Liam, who gave a small smirk and then gunned the engine as we drove away, leaving Stacy standing there, the rage apparent on her face.
    Bitch.
    I heard Liam chuckling beside me and I turned toward him again, crossing my arms over my chest.
    “What?” I said darkly.
    Perching his shades atop his head, Liam glanced quickly at me with a huge smile before his eyes went back on the road. “Don’t let me get on your bad side.”
    I shook my head, irritated. “Piss off, Liam. The little tramp had it coming.”
    I had always been quiet, not wanting to cause any trouble with both Stacy and Jill. But how dare she