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“There’s things that you don’t know.” A dark-haired hair woman says, stepping forward. Her eyes filled with empathy as she looks from me to Delaney. “He should know what he’s dealing with.”
Glacier nods, wraps an arm around Delaney, and pulls her into his side while glancing between Gunner and myself. “A month ago, Honor slit her wrists, trying to kill herself. Before that, she attempted to overdose.”
“The fuck did you just say,” I demand, rage fueling my veins, and I’m more than ready to hit something.
“You wanna tell me why I wasn’t told about this?” Gunner sneers at the same time.
“She didn’t want you to know,” Delaney whispers.
“You have to understand—” the dark-haired woman starts.
“I don’t have to understand shit. Where the fuck is my woman?” I step forward. A man steps up, wrapping an arm around the woman who spoke’s waist, and pulls her back into him.
But she doesn’t look away, nor does she back down. “Savage, you need to calm down. You say she’s your woman, and if that’s true, then you need to take a moment and listen to me. She didn’t want you to know because she’s embarrassed by what she tried to do to herself. That she nearly took her own life. I know how she feels. I’ve been there. Honor is in a seriously dark place and I’m willing to bet that the only way to really pull her out is if you help her, but you have to be calm about it. You can’t storm in there and be all he-man on her.”
“I’m not going to do that shit,” I spit out.What the woman says sinks in, but it also twists around with the shit from the past. More now than ever, I need to set eyes on Honor. I take a breath, look back at Glacier, and ask, “Where’s her room?”
Glacier stares at me for a moment before answering, “Hallway off to the right, go down mid-way, and her door is on the left. It’ll be unlocked as she made a deal she wouldn’t lock herself in the room.”
Without another word, I stalk in the direction he gave me. I don’t bother waiting to see if anyone follows me. Not that I give a damn long as I set my eyes on her.
At the door of her room, I pause long enough to make sure I’ve got myself in check and find Gunner didn’t join me.
Good.
Opening the door quietly, I step into the room, my eyes going directly to the woman curled on top of the covers. My heart clenches at the sight of her. The last time I’d seen her, she’d been beaten, bruised, and had broken bones. She might be out of the casts, and her body healed, but I can see the pain still looming.
I drop my bag to the floor and quietly make my way to the bed, where I slide in behind her and, for the first time in months, breathe easy. Honor lets out a soft sigh and relaxes into me. It’s as if her body knows I’m here with the way it loses its tension. Burrowing my face in her neck, breathing in the flowery scent of her hair. I’ve never been one for cuddling, but holding her like this, I feel at ease and don’t want to lose the feeling. Not fucking ever.
Closing my eyes, I relax further, not falling asleep but just content in lying here holding Honor close.
* * *
Hours pass and not once does Honor so much as move. That is except to twist and curl her body into mine. One of her arms lays across my waist, and the same goes for one of her legs over mine.
I might’ve been drunk off my ass that night . . . I might’ve even taken a moment to comprehend what we’d done the next morning and not remember everything . . . but I remember this.
The whole time she curled into me, I ran my hand through her hair, enjoying the softness of the long, thick locks.
Honor lets out a sigh, tenses, and jerks away. With my arm around her, she doesn’t pull completely from my arms. Those eyes of hers widen as she meets mine.
“What are you doing here?” she asks on a whisper.
“Couldn’t stand you being away any longer,” I answer truthfully. “Had to put eyes on you for myself.” Releasing her hair, I run my hand down the side of her head, her shoulder, and the side of her arm, down to her wrists.Stroking just inside her wrist, I hold her gaze. “I know what you tried to do, baby.” I keep my voice soft and gentle, not wanting to freak her the fuck out, which I can see she’s ready to do. “Easy, Honor, baby, and listen to me.”
I made a decision while lying here, and I’m going with it even if it makes me sick to have to talk about it. “I might not know what’s going through your head, but I do get what it’s like to be in the same boat as your brother is right now. More than that, baby, I get you wanting to end it all.”
Honor opens her mouth to say something, but I keep going not giving her the chance.
“I get it more than you know. I’m gonna tell you something only a few know about.” I pause, shift us a bit, and Honor allows me to bring her with me as I sit up and rest my back against the headboard. “Just shy of ten years ago, I had a sister who suffered from depression. She’d been dealing with it for a few years after she was attacked and raped.” Honor gasps, and tears start forming in her eyes. “Her name was Olly, short for Olivia. Olly was a bright light until what she went through.” I can still see the aftermath in my mind. “It was a year later she took her life, but before she did that, she took our parents’, and my fiancée’s.”
“Savage,” she utters, those tears spilling down her cheeks.
“I thought she’d been strong enough to get through it. I was wrong. I found her in her room where she’d put a bullet in her head. She took her life and that of three other people. She left a note saying she was protecting them by killing them. She didn’t want them to hurt anymore, either. But she knew I was strong, stronger than anyone she knew and that I could pull through anything. What she did gutted me. Made it where I refused to let anyone else get close to me. I didn’t want to take that chance. Because I know what it’s like to have everything and be happy with my life only to have it ripped away in the blink of an eye. I don’t even blame Olly for what she did. That reward goes to the men who hurt her.”
“Did they ever find who hurt your sister?” she asks, in a barely-there voice.
“Oh, I found ‘em.” I nod. “Found ‘em and made them pay for what they did to her and caused her to end up doing. I forced them to tell me what they did to her. I needed to know what would cause her to flip the way she did.” I don’t leave anything out and give her what I know. What I made those bastards tell me. They threatened my family when they tormented her. Said they would go for them next. Make my dad and me watch as they touched my mom and fiancée. It’s why she killed them. For the life of me I wanted to me pissed with my sister, but I couldn’t and still can’t find it in me to be pissed with her. The anger lies at the feet of the men who caused everything to spiral for her and for me, losing everyone I cared about.
