Total pages in book: 113
Estimated words: 111329 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 557(@200wpm)___ 445(@250wpm)___ 371(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 111329 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 557(@200wpm)___ 445(@250wpm)___ 371(@300wpm)
“It’s a two-minute drive,” I say.
“Yeah, well.” Royce starts walking away. “Not like he’s getting any sleep at night.”
Cap glares, shaking his head. “That’s fucked up, man.”
Royce only shrugs, though. “Lots of shit’s fucked up.”
He pushes ahead, not bothering to wait for me, so we can walk into class together like normal.
Victoria steps in behind him, giving a nod over her shoulder before disappearing, too.
Cap looks to me, but I shake my head. “Go, I’m good.”
He doesn’t believe me, but he leaves anyway, glancing back once before he turns the corner.
I close my eyes and slide my headphones in, pushing myself against the door frame. I hit the little button without looking, skipping song after song until a more fitting one comes on, then I turn it up as loud as it can go.
“Hear Me Now” by Bad Wolves blares through my ears and I soak up every word, wishing I could fall into the world of the song. Wishing the world around me could be simpler.
It’s not.
It won’t be.
Five weeks. It’s been five weeks and the toll it’s taken on me weighs like five years. My body is sore for no reason, my head a constant war zone, and my drive is nonexistent.
It’s not right for me to act—
My thoughts are cut off when a familiar warmth grows closer, causing me to squeeze my eyes shut tighter. My breathing speeds up, coming and going in choppy spurts, broken gasps.
The back of a knuckle slides up my jaw, a fire trail following, both burning and soothing all at once. When he reaches my right earbud, he tugs, forcing it to fall out.
I bite into my tongue, my hands planting themselves against the wall behind me as he grows closer. I can feel him all around me now.
His fingertips brush my collarbone as he grips the wire, and I know he’s lifted it to his own ear to listen.
As the song comes to an end, he speaks.
“No, baby.” His words fan across my face. “I can’t hear you... not anymore.”
I let my head fall, and he tugs the other earbud from my ear, pulling on the string until the entire iPod slips from my pocket.
“I can’t do this,” he rasps, the sound so broken my throat closes in on me. “I don’t want to do this.”
My body grows cold as his disappears.
I slip, not bothering to try and lessen the blow as my ass hits the floor.
I stay there until Royce finally loses his cool, poking his head out and collecting me from the floor.
He says nothing, but his hug before he drags me in is more than enough.
Snagging the glasses from his collar, he slips them over my eyes, and we shuffle into the room.
My plan is not to speak to anyone the rest of the day, and it works for a while, but then it’s lunchtime.
I step around the corner, headed toward our usual table when my lack of self-control snaps, and right back where it belongs.
The Graven girl is back. She drops into what was my seat beside Maddoc. He doesn’t even look her way, but she smiles wide and puts off a sense of belonging that irks my fucking nerves.
Captain steps up alongside me, and Maddoc’s head jerks this way, eyes covered with those damn glasses I forgot how much I hated until recently.
“What’s wrong?” Cap asks.
When I don’t respond right away, Captain’s stare slides to the table, then back to me. “He doesn’t want her, Raven.”
I can’t help it, a laugh bubbles out of me.
Man, this is some fucked up shit – my new future telling me his brother doesn’t want the girl who has taken the seat I gave up without a fight.
What choice did I have, though, really?
Donley has sent a text straight to Captain’s cell every couple days where he makes sure to mention Zoey. Sometimes it’s in a roundabout way, like how she enjoys ice cream, and then Cap will call Maria and sure enough, Zoey had a cone earlier that day.
I tried to convince him to go get her, to say fuck you to everyone around. We’re doing our part he deserves his daughter and needs to feel her safety, but Captain refuses. He says he doesn’t want to uproot her yet when she’d be forced to leave all she’s known and move into a hotel where she doesn’t even have her own space. He wants to bring her home, but when he has a home ready for her, so the transition is smooth and doesn’t confuse her.
We both know Donley is only doing this to make sure we keep up as agreed, and there’s been no true threat as far as harm or danger to her. That would be a completely different story.
Regardless, we’re doing what was asked.
Zoey is safe.
Maddoc is here, where he belongs.