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You really do love him.
Dorian: Please, little fighter.
Dorian: We need to talk, and I need you to come back. Wherever you are, just come back to me.
Dorian: I love you.
I loved him too. So much, and if me wanting to protect his heart wasn’t that, I didn’t know what was. It pained me to even think about coming between him and his friend.
God, I love him so much.
Me: I did run. I’m sorry. I got scared. You said you talked to Ares?
I hoped he had. Like I said, I couldn’t do that to him.
My phone rang in the next second, Dorian again. I felt relief like I never had, and that only reaffirmed my previous thoughts. I was completely in love with him. I needed him.
I answered. “Dorian—”
The hands came from behind me, large hands.
They covered my whole face.
I couldn’t even scream, the phone slipping from my fingers. I punched at the hands, kicking, and soon, the hand over my mouth was replaced with a cloth.
I breathed in, things getting hazy. I stared down at my phone, the thing shattered but my last thought had been Dorian’s smile. That lazy grin had always made it into my thoughts, and I hated myself that I hadn’t told him how it made me feel. That I hadn’t told him how he made me feel.
I should have told him.
My eyes rolled back as I gave into the darkness. I hoped I got to see that grin again.
Chapter Forty-One
Sloane - age 6
Mommy and Daddy were arguing again.
They thought I was asleep.
I couldn’t sleep because my head hurt again. The doctor said it would hurt for a while.
“He’s going to be angry,” Daddy whispered. Mommy and Daddy’s room was on the other side of my wall. “How could you do this? Do this to her?”
“I did what I did for her,” Mommy said, crying. She didn’t speak for a while, sniffling. “I had to try, Godfrey. I love her.”
Daddy said nothing. Their room was so quiet.
“She’ll be worse off,” Daddy gasped. “When he finds out, she’ll be worse off.”
“He won’t.”
“He will, Marilyn. Doesn’t matter where he is. He has ears everywhere. He’ll find out what you tried to do.”
“How would he?” Mommy’s voice was shaking. “You’re not going to tell, and she can’t. Her recall has suffered. You heard the physician.”
Mommy was using big words, and I didn’t understand.
Daddy huffed. “And thank God for that. Thank God any memory of what you tried to do was left back there, but that won’t stop him. He’ll still have people question her.”
