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“You can rest, little Syn. No one is going to touch you again.” Her body shakes before the sobs start coming. There’s nothing I can do for her. I can’t comfort her. I can’t take it back. I can only hold her so she knows nothing like this will ever happen again.
I let her cry. I press kisses to the back of her head. I give her what she needs even though it’s hard for me to. I can’t think of anything except that bastard having his cock in her, and I want to reach in and claw out her insides for it. But it isn’t her fault. She didn’t fuck him willingly, I know she didn’t.
Yet, it’s hard to control the animal urges in me. I keep Syn tucked close until the sobbing stops and the shakes no longer exist. Her breathing is even and I know she fell asleep. My door opens slowly, and everyone walks in. I meet each of their stares when I stop on Angel.
“I got her now.”
“I know you do.” I nod my head.
“Take her home. One of you stay with her tonight,” I tell the three of them.
“You sure you’re good?” Silas asks.
“Yeah. I got this. But tomorrow, we need to talk.”
“Got it. Don’t worry about Angel. I got her,” Silas adds. I watch them leave the room, closing the door behind them when I finally give in to the sleep that keeps tugging away at me.
Chapter 14
Tamsyn
I’ve spent days in Rylan’s bed. Days! I hate myself for it, too. I just couldn’t bring myself to get up and do anything. But today? Today I’m pissed. It’s almost like a stage of grief. Maybe that’s what I’ve been doing. Whatever the reason, I’m mad as hell.
I’ve showered and dressed in the clothes Rylan brought over for me, and now, I’m ready to start my day. I don’t know where Rylan is, and I’m not sure I care. It’s a new day, a new me. I’ve had plenty of time to sob and be the sad little girl Brady wanted me to be, and you know what? Fuck him. I’ve let him have too much control over me. No man should ever have that much control over someone. I’m stronger than that.
I don’t know what made me rethink it all. It was probably the fact that every damn night Rylan would talk to me, thinking I was asleep, telling me I was stronger than that. That I could do whatever I wanted to do. He talked to me for hours, but I heard every single word he said to me. And I felt it. I felt his words. And now? Here I am.
The door opens, and Ry enters, taking one glance at me. He doesn’t smile, he doesn’t smirk, just looks at me.
“You ready?” he asks as if he knew I’d be up and ready for school today.
“Yeah. I’ll get my stuff after school.”
“What stuff?”
“My clothes and things,” I tell him.
“Where are you going?”
“Home.”
“Like fuck you are. You’re not leaving this room, and if you think for a second I’d let you back in that house until I know what the fuck is going on, you’re crazier than I thought,” he sneers at me.
“I’m not living here,” I tell him calmly.
“Until I figure things out, you are.”
“You can’t make me,” I snap at him, placing my hands on my hips.
“I’m a fucking King, Syn. Did you forget that?”
“And I’m still a princess, Rylan. Did you forget that?”
“I’m very well aware of that fact, and so is my dad,” he informs me. Shit. I didn’t stop about his dad knowing I was here.
“I know they didn’t okay this.”
“Not exactly. But you’re not going anywhere either. So grab your shit and let’s go.” He doesn’t wait for me to say anything; he just grabs his bag and swings it over his shoulder before heading back out the door. I find my bag on the floor next to the door and wonder how he got all my shit without my mom or Brady noticing. Then again, this is Ry we’re talking about.
