Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 85414 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 427(@200wpm)___ 342(@250wpm)___ 285(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85414 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 427(@200wpm)___ 342(@250wpm)___ 285(@300wpm)
The door opens, and I startle, pushing into Ethan’s side. What if they found me so soon and will now finish what they started eleven years ago?
Maybe my attacker has returned and he’ll drag me back to that eighth grave.
A breath leaves me when I get trapped in those grey eyes. It’s a weird sense of relief, something I never thought I’d feel upon seeing Jonathan.
There’s a crease in the middle of his forehead as if he doesn’t approve of the scene. As proof, he clutches me by the elbow and pulls me out of the car. I stumble, but he catches me against him, his arm wrapping tightly around my waist.
He leans back into the car to glare at Ethan. “Get off my property and don’t show your face here again.”
“A thank you would be nice,” Ethan shoots back.
“You’re lucky that I’m not setting you and your car on fire.”
“If it weren’t for me and my car, Aurora wouldn’t have gotten here in time.”
I gulp, imagining what might’ve happened if I had been caught there on my own. Sure I could’ve escaped, but they could’ve recognised me first, or worse, filmed me and caused some sort of a media ruckus.
“That’s why I’m allowing you to leave intact.” Jonathan slams the door shut.
Ethan lowers the window. “Take care of yourself, Aurora.”
And just like that, the car speeds down the road.
“That fucker.” Jonathan stares at the retreating vehicle.
I’m still shaking, and as much as I want to, I can’t stop. There isn’t anything I want more than to pull myself together and then…what? Run? Disappear? Is that even an option anymore?
Jonathan holds me by my shoulders an arm’s length away and leans down so he can stare me in the eyes. There’s a slight furrow in his brow, only, it’s not his usual disapproval; it’s something similar to concern. “Are you okay?”
Tears gather in my eyes as I shake my head frantically. I don’t attempt to speak, because I have no clue what to say, and something tells me I’d burst out in sobs.
I don’t want Jonathan — or anyone — to see me that way.
“You will be.” His thumb slides under my eyes, gathering the unshed tears and wiping them away. “Do you trust me?”
I stare at him, taken aback by his sudden question.
If he’d asked me that in the past, my answer would’ve been a definite no — especially after I heard Alicia’s message. However, ever since that turned out to be null, there’s been something morbid growing inside me for this man. Maybe trust is part of that?
When I don’t answer, he grabs me by the hand, where the wound is almost healed. “You’ll have to trust me on this one.”
Before I can make out what he means, Jonathan drags me to his car. As soon as we slide inside, Moses drives out at full speed. I physically push back against the seat cushions from the force of it.
Jonathan straps a seatbelt across my chest, then asks Moses, “Is everything set?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Did Harris confirm?”
“Yes, the flight is scheduled upon your arrival.”
“Whoa. Hold on.” I stare between Moses’s bald head and Jonathan. “What flight? Where are we going?”
“Away from here,” Jonathan says simply.
“Away, where?”
He runs his knuckles over my cheek, and I resist the urge to close my eyes and lean into his touch. He always gets to me when he does that. “A place where they can’t find you.”
“T-they?”
“My resources tell me the prosecutor will issue a warrant to bring you in for questioning, and there might be a travel ban.”
“They can find me?”
“If Maxim’s lawyer can, so can they. Besides, he’s the one who revealed your new identity.”
“Won’t I, you know, be considered a fugitive if I leave the country?”
“There’s no travel ban at the moment. This is completely legal, but even if it isn’t, who fucking cares? I won’t let them have you under custody until the trial — that’s out of the question. Besides, you need to clear your head.” His hand grabs both of mine before he lifts them and kisses my knuckles. “You haven’t stopped shaking.”
I’m breathless, caught in a trance by the way his lips glide over the back of my hands. He’s not only kissing them, but in his own way, he’s also comforting me.
Who knew there would be a day where Jonathan King comforts me?
“There. That’s much better.” He cradles my hands, which have stopped trembling, on his lap.
It takes everything in me not to wrap my arms around him in a hug. He’s offering me an attentiveness that I never thought anyone, let alone he of all people, would show me.
“Then what?” I murmur now that I’m in a calmer state.
His thumb traces the back of my hand, eliciting small bursts of comfort. “I’ll figure it out, but for now, we need to stay away from the media turmoil. When they find out you’re no longer here, Maxim’s lawyer will play a media game and fully expose your new identity. We’re not only talking about where you’re living and your company, but everything he already knows will be discussed by the entire country.”