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She scoffs, shaking her head slightly. “Don’t you already know everything there is to know about me?” She smirks at me.
I drop my head back and chuckle, barely swallowing the groan of pain. While I never doubted Snow’s ability to stand by my side, to be the fierce leader she needs to be to survive in my life, today she proved herself. She stood tall and strong, defending me even though it meant going against her family.
“Rayne did effective driving, his words not mine, training with us a few years ago after someone followed me one night and I couldn’t lose them.”
I chuckle. “Well, that’s one less thing I need to worry about with you. I don’t think any of my men can drive like that.”
She flashes me a smile, but it quickly drops when her eyes narrow on my injuries. Worry replaces the amusement and she closes her eyes for a moment to school her emotions. “Let’s get you inside and cleaned up.”
47
Snow
Elijah’s face is a mess. Whatever was happening in the basement before I stormed in must have been bad. His eyes are swelling by the minute and purple bruising ripens against his cheeks.
The front door flings open the moment I carefully pull Elijah from the low sports car, and I barely stop myself from cursing the car. Driving home has calmed me, but the anger raging through my blood is still palpable.
I’ve never felt such contempt for my family as I do right now.
Mary flies out the door, both hands held over her mouth as her eyes sweep over Elijah’s injuries. Once her initial shock wears off, she hurries down the steps, meeting us at the bottom. He’s allowing me to support some of his weight, but I have a feeling it’s more for my benefit than his. He walked himself out of the estate and got himself into the car without any complaint, so I’m certain he could do this himself, but I’m not willing to allow him to try.
“What happened?” she asks, her brows pulled together with concern.
I look to Elijah to answer, and he does the same to me. There are a few seconds of silence where we each wait for the other, but when understanding dawns on me, I sigh. “We ran into some trouble with my family.”
She watches me for a moment before looking to Elijah. “Are they not pleased about the wedding?” she asks.
“We’ll talk about it inside,” I say, wrapping my arm around Elijah’s waist and tugging him forward carefully.
He doesn’t struggle on the way up the stairs or as we walk through the house toward our bedroom, and by the time we reach the bathroom, I’ve all but stopped helping him. He doesn’t need it and there’s only so much a man like Elijah is going to allow me to coddle him.
Without a word, I reach for the first aid kit he keeps above the basin and point for him to sit on the edge of the bath. I’m not sure if I want to scream and let out the anger, or if I want to cry from all the emotions whirling around inside me.
I’ve never felt so out of control.
“Snowflake,” Elijah murmurs, and I realize I’ve been staring at the contents of the first aid kit for long enough to warrant his concern.
I take a deep breath and turn to him, brushing my eyes down his face before looking back to the kit. I pull some cotton and antiseptic from the pouch and set it on the edge of the basin. “Take your shirt off.”
Elijah scoffs. “Do you want me to strip for you, Snow?” he drawls.
I huff out a sigh, barely holding on to my composure. The rubber band inside me only stretches so far, and I’m so close to snapping I won’t be able to control myself if it does. “Just do it.”
“Since when do you call the shots?” Elijah cocks his head to the side, challenging me. He knows what he’s doing, and he wants to see me detonate.
“Since you just had the shit kicked out of you,” I snap.
A smirk tugs at the corner of his lips, the movement so slight most people wouldn’t notice it, but I do. I notice everything Elijah does, and that’s part of the problem. The longer I’m here, the more I fall for him. And the more I fall for him, the harder I’ll hit the ground when it’s all over.
I’m not so naive to think something like this can last. A romance founded on obsession that started when he kidnapped me. That’s not the makings of a successful marriage, and although I am going to go ahead with it, I’m going in with my eyes wide open.
“If I were a betting man, I would think you were worried about me,” he muses.
“So what if I am?”
“Well, my little Snowflake. If you’re worried about me, that means you care about me.”
I close my eyes and take a deep breath, centering the anger beating in my chest. “Is there a point coming?” I hiss.
