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“You-you’re not mad at me?” I asked in a weak whisper.
Rhett pulled back and cupped my face, his cheeks damp. “Why would I be mad at you? You did nothing wrong.”
Relief flooded over me in waves, giving me the courage to lean forward and press my lips to his. Rhett kissed me back softly. His teeth tenderly nipped my bottom lip before he claimed another breath-stealing kiss from my mouth.
“Where’s Phantom and Issac?” I asked, slightly pulling away to look at him.
Rhett made a pained face, the sight making my heart crack in half. “It’s not good, sweetheart. It’s not. Issac is…” He sucked in a hard breath and shook his head. “Phantom is handling it. It’s best we both steer clear from them, at least for a few hours.”
He paused, licking his already wet lips. “I want to show you something, Samara. Will you let me?”
“Uh…” I started, my nerves flaring. “Sure?”
“I won’t hurt you. I’llneverhurt you.” My lips couldn’t help but form a smile when he leaned in and pecked the corner of my mouth. “Do you trust me?”
“I-I want to, but I’m scared.”
“Don’t be. Do you want to drive?”
My brows furrowed. I didn’t realize we’d be leaving.
“Where are we going?”
He smiled, but it didn’t quite reach his wet eyes. “We’re going to visit my mom.”
My stomach soured when Rhett pulled into the cemetery as promised and drove another half-mile before he pulled off onto the grass and parked.
This…
This didn’t feel right. I wasn’t sure why, but it just didn’t.
Breathe, Samara. He isn’t going to bury you in an unmarked grave.
“You ready?” Rhett asked.
“Not really, no.” Aside from my fear of this being a trap, there was something about cemeteries that gave me the creeps. I believed in the supernatural—ghosts and whatnot—and the last time I did something like this was back when Jace and I first got together, when he’d taken me to his mother’s unmarked grave. The entire time I was there, it was almost like I could feel Jace’s mother there, her presence, watching me. The thought of walking inside an actual graveyard with countless spirits hovering around, plus Rhett’s mother, fucking terrified me.
“There’s nothing to be scared of. I promise.”
He got out and shut the door, rounding over to my side, and helping me out, asking if I was okay when I failed to hide my whimper.
“Just sore,” I muttered. “I’m okay.”
My heart clenched, knowing it was a lie. While I may have been okay physically, but mentally and emotionally, I was a train-wreck.
Damien raped me.
He fucking raped me.
He took something I’dnever, everget back.
Rhett laced his fingers through mine and led me across the grass for all of a minute before he stopped in front of a gravestone with the image of a woman printed in its center. Bouquets of beautiful, red roses surround the site.
Daisy R. Michaelson.
Her face, hair, eyes, everything was black and white, but still, it didn’t matter. The image of her alone was enough to show me how absolutely beautiful she was.
“Hey, Mom,” Rhett spoke aloud, his voice shaky. “It’s me again. I-uh, brought company this time.” He squeezed my handbefore leaning over and pecking my cheek. “This is Samara, Mom. The love of my life.”
