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Her hands trembled with the thought.
They’d thumbed their noses at a powerful and crazy woman—thought they could play on the same field and not pay the consequences.
Ego.
Pride.
Love.
An unholy trinity that had ended in ashes.
She looked up at him. This man she’d promised forever to. Why did they get to keep their forever when someone so much more deserving had it stolen away?
He stopped them in front of the elevator. He eased her other hand out of her pouch pocket and drew her in front of him. Her gaze dropped to their fingers. His were scarred with little white slashes from his guitars and a star-scatter of freckles over his knuckles and top of his hand.
Hers scarred with a kiss of fire.
They didn’t belong together.
He brought both of them up to his mouth. Brushed his lips over them.
She curled them back, but he held her firmly.
“Do you want to say goodbye?”
She didn’t look at him above the neck. The ginger swirls of his heavy scruff blurred. Goodbye.
No.
She couldn’t do goodbye.
She swallowed down the tears.
“Do you want to see Adam?”
Her gaze flicked all the way up this time. Sad eyes. No judgment lay there. She could walk away and he would allow her to.
Would they hate her? Her belly cramped and her chest tightened. How could they not?
She dragged a deep breath in and nodded.
“They’re moving him to long term care in a few days.” He let go of one of her hands to tap the down arrow. When the doors opened, he stood in front of the sensor to let her shuffle in.
Her arm brushed against the solid heat of his chest and she shrank away. He followed her into the elevator, twisting their fingers so he laced them backwards. Her palm covered the top of his hand and his pinkie grazed the side of her hand.
She tightened her grip as tingles skittered along her nerve endings before she shook him free. She moved to the railing and leaned, her breathing a little labored. This was more walking and moving than she’d done in days.
It wasn’t because he was touching her again.
She jammed her hands back into her pouch pocket and stepped off before he could hold the door for her.
“Left,” he said simply.
She did her shuffle walk down the corridor. Her ribs were starting to remind her that all her bones were connected. Each step mixed with a breath and that shifted the three ribs that had cracked.
“Iz?”
She waved him off.
