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I’m married to a crazy man.
“Put this on.”
I startle, finding King crouching in front of me, holding out the well-worn maroon college sweatshirt.
I don’t know if he’s giving it to me to complete his task from earlier, or if he wants me to cover up the fact that I’m wearing a t-shirt with no bra. Either way, I take it and pull it on over my head because the cold from before is resettling into my bones.
“Are you hungry?”
I shake my head.
“You have to eat.”
I shake my head again, pressing my lips together.
I want to scream at him. Yell at him about how unfair this all is. But I know if I open my mouth now, nothing but sobs will come out.
King sighs, “Do you want to go back to the room?”
The room.
The bedroom I now have to share with this stranger before me.
I nod my head. It’s the best of my bad options.
“Alright.” He grips my wrists and stands, bringing me up with him.
Once I’m steady, he lets go of one hand, sliding the other down until his fingers are entwined with mine.
I don’t grip his fingers back, but I don’t bother trying to shake them off.
As King leads me toward the office door, Nero tips his head in my direction. “Welcome to The Alliance, Mrs. Vass.”
CHAPTER24
King
Savannah doesn’t turnto look at me. She just walks silently across the room and climbs into bed.
Something that sounds an awful lot like my conscience whispers in the back of my mind. But I’ve gotten really good at blocking him out, so I let the warning slip away, unheeded.
I wait, standing in the open doorway, hoping that she’ll rail at me again. Try to run. Scream. Anything.
But she just curls up on her side, facing away from me, not even bothering with the blankets.
My tongue runs along the front of my teeth, the memory of her kiss too fucking recent. The feeling of her soft body under mine still too fresh in my mind.
But this Savannah, this defeated version, she makes my chest ache.
And when her shoulders shudder, I cross the room.
I want to get into bed with her. Wrap her back in my arms. Give her my warmth.
But as dumb as I am, I’m not dumb enough to think that’s what she wants. So instead, I grab the comforter from its bunched-up place at the foot of the bed and drag it up over her body.
She doesn’t react.
There are so many things I want to say.
