Page 49 of Hunting Little Hope
The reply came immediately.
Tyrell:
Is she okay?
I looked down at her swollen eyes.
“No,” I muttered quietly to myself.
Then adjusted so I had both hands on the screen.
Lee:
Not yet. Bring the softest blanket you can find. And if Perry doesn’t have a spare pacifier, get one from the gift shop.
Three dots appeared, paused, then bounced up and down on my screen again.
Tyrell:
Should I keep Perry away from the room, or can I bring him with?
I stared at the question longer than I should have.
Hope shifted against me, her face burrowing deeper into my chest as if even in sleep she was trying to hide.
Perry adored her. He might have his own issues, but he was everything I knew Hope could be if she just gave herself the chance.
And that was exactly what scared me.
Because what if she didn’t want that chance? What if the reason she was spiraling wasn’t confusion—but clarity? What if she’d already decided the three of us were a sweet distraction, and the men she’d been seeing before… the Doms who could tie her up and make her squirm… were what she truly wanted, and she just didn’t know how to tell us?
Her fingers tightened in my shirt even in sleep, like she was afraid I might disappear if she let go.
That didn’t feel like someone ready to walk away.
I typed back slowly.
Lee:
Bring him.
The dots appeared almost instantly.
Tyrell:
On our way.
I set my phone on the bed beside me and wrapped my arm around her again. She made a small sound—soft, wounded—and it went straight through me. “I’ve got you,” I murmured into her hair, pressing a kiss to her temple.
She didn’t wake. But her breathing evened out and deepened. I let myself hold her tighter than I probably should have, because until she chose otherwise, she was ours.
Chapter Twenty
Hope
I woke up warm.
Not just warm butcocooned.
