Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 107803 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 539(@200wpm)___ 431(@250wpm)___ 359(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107803 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 539(@200wpm)___ 431(@250wpm)___ 359(@300wpm)
"Nothing to say, girl?"
I've got nothing to say to him.
My mother, hearing his voice, steps out of the kitchen. "Oh, good morning, sweetie."
"Morning."
There's still nothing good about it.
The day is a daze. I eat breakfast, eat lunch, humor my mother's attention, answer some of her questions, and try to pretend John is nowhere around.
I think about Naz.
And think about him.
And think about him some more.
I think about him until my head starts pounding again, and my heart feels like it's been crushed.
"I'm going to bed," I mutter, standing up. My mother's cooking dinner now and tries to stop me, but I say I'm not hungry as I head for the stairs.
She's making lasagna. John requested it. I wonder if either of them remember that's what they ate that fateful night. They act like nothing is wrong, like we're some happy family that has regular dinners and normal conversations.
The universe is fucking with me.
I climb into the bed and squeeze my eyes shut, hoping sleep takes me away from reality for a while.
Hoping, while I'm unconscious, the answers come to me.
Something pulls me out of a deep sleep so abruptly I'm disoriented. For a second, I forget where I am, the darkness thick and heavy in the room, smothering everything.
Tap
I blink a few times, trying to adjust to the void, as the hair on my arm stands on end at the noise. I lay completely still, straining my ears. I think it might be Killer, or am I hearing things?
Tap
I hear it again. It doesn't sound like the dog. My muscles tense up. It's getting louder, growing closer, restrained and methodic.
Tap
It hits me like a crack across the face. Footsteps.
Tap
I sit upright, heart racing. I'm on guard, eyes darting frantically around the darkness, as I inhale sharply. I barely have time to blink when the form is right in front of me, like a menacing black shadow hovering by the bed.
A scream bubbles up in my chest, just breaking free, when the darkness shifts. The cry barely pierces the silence when the form shoves against me, climbing on top of me to hold me down, a glove-clad hand roughly covering my mouth.
Trembling, I blink my tear-filled eyes, my chest burning as I inhale. A blurry face appears right in front of me, dark eyes piercing like daggers, the expression terrifying.
Naz.
Ignazio.
My heart is pounding so hard I'm sure he can feel it as he pins me to the bed. I'm on the verge of hyperventilating, terrified, tears streaming down my cheeks. He just lies there, restraining me, staring so hard I don't even think he blinks. Something marks his skin, a small streak on his jawline, with tiny flecks around his neck.
When he inches closer, I see that it's blood.
Blood.
There's fucking blood on his face.
I sob into his palm as the tip of his nose grazes mine. He's here. He found me.
Oh God, how did he find me?
"If I let go, you can't scream," he says, his voice gritty and emotionless. "Do you understand?"
I try to nod.
"I mean it," he warns. "The last thing you want to do is wake your mother."
My mother... is asleep.
Not dead.
Not bleeding.
He slowly pulls his hand away, his hold on me loosening. I don't move. I don't so much as breathe too loud. My Naz is long gone. The monster woke up from the drug-fueled nap.
"You're going to get up, and as quiet as possible, you're going to follow me outside," he says, matter of fact. "As long as your mother stays asleep, I'll leave her alone, but if she wakes up..."
He doesn't finish that thought. He doesn't have to.
Her blood will be the next spilled.
I can't let that happen.
He lets go of me when he decides I get the point. I'm surprised my legs work when I climb to my feet. My body shakes as I fumble around in the dark, trying to grab my things, all knobby-kneed and tongue-tied.
I'm fucking terrified.
He loves you, I silently tell myself, trying to stay calm. He won't hurt you. He promised.
The voice is confident, but my common sense screams louder. People fall out of love. Not everyone keeps their promises.
I slip on my shoes and grab my purse. I'm still wearing what I had on when I left him twenty-four hours ago. One whole day, that was all I had, all it took for him to come for me.
I'll always show up.
When I turn to him, I see he's watching me warily. Any amount of trust I earned by loving him withered away as he slept last night. There's hell to pay, all right, and I'm the one he's going to bill for it. His eyes are full of suspicion. He's a commander, and he believes I've defected.
What's the punishment for a traitor these days?
"Go," he says, motioning toward the door. "Tiptoe."
I tread lightly, holding my breath as I head for the stairs. As soon as I reach them, another door on the floor creaks, opening a bit. I spin that way, terrified, and see Killer's head peek out from the other bedroom. He sees Naz before he sees me and starts to growl.
"Killer," I whisper frantically, calling for him, my heart racing. "It's okay, boy."
The dog looks my way, silencing. His gaze bounces between Naz and me, the usually passive Killer on alert, like he can sense something's wrong.
"Karissa, is that you?"
I almost cry out at the sound of my mother's voice calling from the bedroom. I turn to Naz, wide-eyed, trying to keep my voice steady as I say, "It's fine, Mom. Got some water. Go back to sleep."
I stare at Naz, my eyes pleading with him, as Killer heads back into the room, deciding there's no threat.
"Goodnight, sweetie," she says back. "Sweet dreams."
"You, too, Mom."
I wait for Naz to make a move as his head turns toward the dark doorway. After a moment, he turns back to me, motioning toward the stairs. Relief almost cripples me when I turn back around and walk again.
She's okay.
My mother's still okay.