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My shoulders slumped. My eyes dropped to the floor between us.
I swear I won’t hit you again.
It was the drink.
Never again. I love you.
Why do you make me do this?
You don’t speak to your family unless I’m here.
She means nothing to me. You know that I love you.
I raised my head, weary of the world, and looked him in the eye.
“Never.”
Something shifted in those blue eyes.
Warmth?
It was gone before I could analyse it.
“I’ll help you.”
His arms moved from his legs, fingers parting as he sat upright. His legs remained spread and I quickly diverted my gaze.
Kersey cock was what got me into this mess.
Chapter 5
Sayla
His hand was warm. When his fingers spanned out across my lower back I felt his strength in the lightness of the touch—restrained, deliberate, guiding me into the dining room without pressure.
I should have been wary. He had spawned Gabriel, after all.
But there was nothing. No fear. No disgust. Nothing that made me want to pull away.
He pulled a chair out for me and as I sat he pushed it in. Every movement slow and steady. An old fashioned mannerism that I hadn’t realised I’d missed until it was happening. After twenty months of being treated like something scraped off the bottom of a shoe, it was a disorienting kind of pleasant.
That’s when I really looked at him.
And remembered his words.
“What happened to his fiancée?” I whispered.
He paused behind me. I felt him tense—just slightly, just briefly. I’d gotten good at reading people after Gabriel. Hypervigilance dressed up as intuition. At twenty-two years old I felt nothing of my past innocence. I was worlds apart from the girl I’d been. I missed her. The one who played with dolls and watched princesses find their princes and believed wholeheartedly that love was simple.
As hard as I tried, I couldn’t stop them.
These damn tears.
The sign of weakness.
Stop fucking crying. That’s all you do, you miserable bitch.
How could I ever tell my family what I’d become?
