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“Fucking hell,” Griff mutters.

“What?” I ask, draining my beer and putting it on the coffee table between us.

“You remind me of someone.”

“Oh yeah,” I ask, lifting my foot from the floor and resting my ankle over my knee. “Who’s that?”

“Me.”

I smirk.

I’ll fucking take that any day of the week. It’s a hell of a lot better than being compared to my father.

“Arrogant motherfucker,” he adds.

“Hey, you said it,” JD quips.

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ALANA

Idon’t fall asleep.

Despite my body begging me to let go, to let it rest, my brain just won’t have it.

All it can see is the house going up. All I can feel is the agonizing pain of thinking they’d gone up in flames with it.

I cling onto Mav in the hope his presence alone will help calm the riot in my head as he peacefully sleeps.

But nothing works.

My heart beats too fast. My fear and panic still too strong to do anything but focus on it.

When I know Mav is in a deep enough sleep that he won’t notice me slip free, I roll out and go in search of something that will hopefully help my mind rest.

If I just get it all out then…

Pulling the drawer open where I stashed the notebook that JD gave me while I was in the basement, I find it exactly where I left it.

A heavy sigh spills from my lips as I reach in and pull it out, along with the pen that lies beside it.

Writing in this book while I was freezing down in Reid’s dungeon of terror feels like a lifetime ago now.

A small smile pulls at my lips.

Sure, there have been better times in my life. But still, I can’t help looking back and having weirdly fond memories of my time as their captive.

It was frustrating as hell, but it connected us in a way I never expected.

Something formed among us even in those early days, that while I didn’t want to acknowledge at the time, it was there.

The first time Reid touched me. I remember the spark that shot from his touch as if it were only yesterday.

It was potent.

Life-changing.

I just didn’t understand it at the time.

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