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“Don’t think you’ll have to worry about that,” he said, basically driving a dagger through my entire chest. He faced his god dad. “I was going to go for a jog. That on the list of approved activities?”
His words had a bite to them, and LJ definitely noticed. LJ’s eyebrows narrowed in his direction. “You can go, but someone goes with you. There’s about half a dozen guys on the porch right now and more stationing around the perimeter. Pick your poison who goes with you.” LJ glanced down. “You need something better for that hand?”
Dorian had a scrap of shirt or something wrapped around his fist, and I’d noticed his hand last night too. It’d been bleeding, but with all we’d been discussing, I couldn’t address it.
He’d also kept our discussion short.
“What happened, love?” Billie asked, raising Dorian’s hand, but he waved it off.
“I’m good,” he said, barely looking at me before cutting out of the circle. He tugged a hoodie off the couch, and I noticed he’d brought that and other clothes in last night. When I’d asked, he’d said he always kept a bag in his car for the gym.
Of course, this had been before he’d found out I had lied to him and done so with his parents. I folded a hand over my face.
“I’ll be back, and I’ll tell security,” he said, before breezing out of the cabin. The sweatpants and tee he wore he must have gotten from his bag too. It probably wouldn’t be enough for most people after the storm we’d had, but I knew he was amped up, simmering. The door closed behind him, and LJ sighed.
LJ rubbed his wife’s shoulder. “Well, my godson’s in a mood.”
“It has nothing to do with you. Either of you.” I rubbed my arm. “He’s mad at me. That I lied.”
I didn’t know if they both knew the details there, but when they nodded, I figured they did. Billie came over. “Well, Sloane, it’s still early yet. How about some breakfast? We had food brought up so I can make anything you want.”
That sounded nice, and I was hungry. We’d made stops on the road, but it’d been a while since I’d eaten.
“I’ll help,” LJ said, going with us, and I could see what they were trying to do by raising my spirits.
I just didn’t know if it’d help.
Chapter Forty-Six
Dorian
My ax blade split wood, pieces of lumber hitting the snow. Each grip of the ax killed my split knuckles, the impact worse, and I welcomed the pain.
She came from between the trees.
Sloane strode past two security agents, and I pretended not to notice. Instead, I tried to work feeling into my numb hands, my gloves bulky and making it hard to grip the ax. I had tossed them off what felt like forever ago, my hands just as numb as the rest of me. A hoodie and sweatpants wasn’t really fucking doing it out here, but I didn’t care.
I preferred being numb anyway.
Sloane’s smell ghosted on the wind when she approached, reminding me I wasn’t numb. Reminding me that I felt. I absolute hated that because I felt severed in half, her hands in her pockets when she stopped next to me. “Dorian?”
Chop.
Wood hit the ground again, no words from my lips. Sloane’s gaze hit the heavens, a flush across her cheeks. She actually had her coat on, being smart. Her full lips pressed together. “Dorian, you’re being immature.”
Was I?
Chop.
I kicked the wood off to the side, and she laughed a little, dry. Her throat jumped. “You know what? You can be mad at me, but you can also use your words and tell me about it.”
She didn’t want me to fucking talk right now, my laughter dry.
“Instead, you’re out here pouting like a big baby and wearing no coat.” Her dark eyes peered over me, sounding like a straight-up mom.
Or a concerned girlfriend.
Chop.
