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“Yes. I think it would do you good to try to heal from it.”
“You know it won’t change the way I am.”
“And that’s okay. I can live with who you are, with the essence of your psychopathic soul because the pieces of that are whole. But how can we deny the parts that he crushed? I can’t live knowing I didn’t try to help you heal from something so traumatic.”
“You have broken pieces too.”
I nod, not wanting to ignore that. “We’ll heal each other.”
He blinks blankly at me. “That’s a thing? A thing people do?”
I lick my lips, thinking hard about how to explain that two people in love can help each other, even though I can’t even name what we both feel. “I think…it’s a thing they try to do, and that’s what counts. Trying.”
“Okay. I want to try to help you with your night terrors and your dyslexia.”
“Possible dyslexia,” I correct.
“Sure,” he chuckles.
“I…” I bring my hand to his cheek too, mirroring him. “I want to try to help you move on from the lifelong revenge you want against Bianco. I want to try to help you do things for yourself, not because you want to hurt him for hurting you.”
His sudden gulp surprises me. “Fuck,” he scoffs. “You really got that right.”
“I know. I see you.”
Kissing me, he whispers against my lips. “Let’s sleep. I’ve got important meetings tomorrow.”
He falls back asleep with a smile on his face. It’s incredibly satisfying knowing it’s a genuine feeling inside him. I know because, with Nate, it has to come from within him. He can’t empathize with others, so whatever he feels has to be dug out of his own emotions.
Guilt pinches inside of me.
I have done everything in my power to end this man, and I’m starting to think maybe…just maybe, he isn’t as bad as I thought he was. At least not toward me.
When I’m sure he’s fast asleep, I discreetly slide out of bed and go to the bathroom. I keep the phone he gave me in there. He texts and calls me on it sometimes, but I always think that if he doesn’t see it physically, then he won’t take it back.
I take the cell and walk through the room again to get out. I need to make a call. Fuck, I need to call off everything I’ve put into motion. I can’t do it anymore. We’re building trust, and the smartest way to get back to my family is to talk to Nate, to find a compromise. I won’t live without them, but maybe it doesn’t have to be the end of him.
There are no guards in our hallway. They’re everywhere in the house, night and day, but not near our bedroom. Nate likes to make me scream when we fuck, and he doesn’t want anyone to hear me. I agree.
In just a silk gown, I walk to the room as far away from ours, and that still won’t get me too close to the guards. I slip inside and close the door softly behind me.
But nothing prepared me for the fear that rages through me as I turn around. A terrified gasp escapes my lips, my heart bouncing painfully as I see a tall shadow holding a knife right in front of me.
Wolf!
After the night we had, that’s the first thing my brain goes to.
I’m about to scream, taking in a huge gulp of air when I recognize the pitch-black hair, the lean body.
Mainly? The crown tattooed on his neck. The exact same one as me.
“Oh my fucking god, Caden,” I snarl. “What the fuck are you doing here?”
My younger brother switches on the light, his cool gaze reminding me of Nathan’s. His is the same color as my green eyes, but they share something common in theirs: emptiness.
“I’m coming to take you home, what else?” he asks blankly. The similarities with Nate are starting to pile up, and I’m not sure I like it.
I blink up at him, a million things running through my mind, but only one comes out.
