Because deep down?
I knew he was right.
Felicity still looked nervous.
Still exhausted.
Still scared.
But every time I stepped closer?
She breathed easier.
And that realization was dangerous as hell.
Because I was already starting to remember what it felt like to belong to somebody.
Then Felicity looked up suddenly and caught me watching her.
For one long second, neither of us looked away.
And I realized something that should’ve scared me more than it did.
No matter what happened sixteen years ago…
Some part of me never stopped being hers.
8
FELICITY
Icouldn’t sleep. So I walked back into the living room area.
Not surprising.
Sleep and I barely knew each other anymore.
Lying in the dark apartment above the Last Stand Tavern while my brain replayed every second with Hersh downstairs felt like a special kind of torture.
The upstairs was beautiful in a rugged Texas sort of way.
Wood floors.
Soft lamplight.
Heavy quilts.
Three couches that looked worn in by years of real people living real lives.
Not temporary.
Not borrowed.
Not fake.
The exact opposite of mine.
I sat near the window, wrapped in one of the blankets Trigger had handed me earlier, staring down at the quiet street below.
