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“Yeah,” I agreed. “But I still mean it.”
And I did.
I’d never been able to envision forever with someone before because the only forever meant for me was one with Nyx in it.
I wouldn’t waste time getting started on it.
Epilogue
Nyx - 1 week
The swelling has pretty much all gone down.
Which, thank God.
Because I was getting sick of seeing a monster reflected at me when I looked in the mirror.
And, yeah, I’d been worried about the face underneath all that fluid retention.
Luckily, everything seemed to be alright structurally. So once the bruises all faded, I would be back to normal.
Physically.
The jury was out about mentally and emotionally.
I wanted to be that badass bitch who got her ass handed to her and walked away like it didn’t impact her at all.
The thing was… it had.
Impacted me.
I had nightmares.
I jumped at shadows.
I broke out in random cold sweats at even the idea of leaving the clubhouse.
It was irrational. I knew that. But trauma didn’t need to be rational.
As much as I really did want to just lean into Slash, to let him protect me, I knew there were times when he wouldn’t be around. I needed to be okay with that. I needed to feel safe when he wasn’t around.
Sure, the guns helped. And I was getting a crash course in how to use them, doing target practice daily with Slash.
But I wanted to know that even if I found myself without a weapon, I stood a chance of defending myself.
Which was why Delaney, Morgaine, and I were all dressed and grabbing our bags.
We were signing up for a self-defense class as a girls’ night activity before going out to dinner.
I was still several weeks out from actually being able to do a class with my bruised ribs, though even just a week had done wonders. I no longer felt like I was being stabbed every time I moved.
But the classes filled up quickly and they ran in month-long cycles. So we wanted to go in, sign up, and fill out the paperwork now for when I could go.
“You sure you don’t want me to drive you in?” Slash asked, giving my hip a squeeze.
“I want you to,” I admitted. “Which is why you can’t,” I added, shrugging.
“Babe, it’s only been a week.”
