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“You aren’t a saint either. She used to always brag about how you promised to never leave her and that you’re her knight.”
He swallows, his Adam’s apple moving with the motion. “Yeah, whatever.”
“What happened back then, Xan?”
“Nothing. Or maybe everything.” He throws a dismissive hand and chugs down the entire vodka-juice down his throat. “What are you doing here anyway?”
The reason why I came slams to the front of my mind. “Searching for Cole. Helen needs him and can’t reach him.”
Lies and lies and more fucking lies.
“Oh.” He blinks slowly. “Are you sure you want to interrupt him?”
“Yes.”
“It won’t be pretty.”
“Let me worry about that.”
“Whatever. He’s in the west wing, second room to last.”
I kiss his cheek. “You’re the best.”
“You bet.” He winks.
The only reason I don’t run is because I’m not supposed to.
You never know where reporters are hiding, Silver. Always be on your best behaviour in public, Babydoll.
Mum’s words are engraved in my head like a mantra.
As soon as I ascend the stairs and I’m out of everyone’s view, I run all the way down the hall, ignoring both the pain from my heels and the one in my chest.
Images of that bound girl I saw on Cole’s phone flash in my head like a horror film.
Stopping in front of the door, I realise that my heart hurts. So much that I feel like I’ll throw it all up if I’m touched in any wrong way.
Do I really want to see what’s inside? Do I want to witness it with my own eyes?
Maybe I should go back, bring out my journal and curse him in it.
And then what? Cry myself to sleep like a pathetic fool?
I won’t do that. I’m not a coward. Cole Nash will never break me.
Taking a deep breath, I grab the handle and push. It’s locked.
Shit. Of course it’s locked. Why had I thought Cole would not think of that?
I don’t leave, though. I knock.
That’s what you do when you’ve decided to attack — you can’t pull back. You have to get on with it. Finish it. Conquer it.
If you lose, so be it. At least you tried.
I raise my hand to knock a second time, but the door opens and my fist nearly hits Cole’s chest. I’m tempted to do just that, but the shadow peeking from inside stops me.
He’s still wearing the T-shirt and jeans from earlier. His face is neutral except for the small twitch at the corner of his lips. “Why, Silver, what are you doing here?”
