Mara noticed Jack and Amy leave. Jack had dragged Amy out of the building by the hand. He had never taken Mara by the hand like that, and it pained her to realize it. Oh, he fucked her all right, but she knew it was only out of a sexual need to scratch and itch, out of guilt, of feeling sorry for her. If he closed his eyes, he would feel close to his beloved Amy.
If she could just keep the two of them apart, she could keep him for herself. A small part of him was better than nothing at all.
Pyke watched her from the other side of the room.
“You have to let him go, Mara. Anyone can see they were made for each other. You’ll only put yourself through pain the more you wait for him. You are at the end of your life for god’s sake. Enjoy what there is left.”
“I’ve told you before, mind your own business, Pyke. He killed her. You know nothing.”