The sliver of hope falls from her features. “Oh.”
“I’m sorry,” I say again. Annoyed at myself for being unable to give Ravenna the one thing that will make her happy, I leave the room. Defeat tangles with remorse in my chest.
Back in my office, Wolfe’s dozing in his chair. He yawns. “How’d it go?”
I glare at him. “When you’re married, you can ask me that question.”
He grunts, seemingly unaffected by my irritability. “What are you doing now?”
My phone in hand, I type out a text message to Brendan, my head of security. Without looking up, I tell Wolfe, “Taking precautions.”
“Normally that sounds like a good idea, so why am I getting a bad feeling?”
I spare him a glance. “I’m having Brendan install tracking chips in all of Ravenna’s purses. That way I’ll always know where she is.”
“Did you tell her about your plan?”
I sigh. “No. And don’t you speak a word of it to her either.”
“No worries there. I don’t even like the woman. Just make sure she doesn’t find out or there will be hell to pay. She’s that type.”
Annoyance flares through me at Wolfe passing judgements about my wife. “You can go.”
He bobs his head in acceptance of his dismissal.
Even at this hour, Brendan replies to my message. He’ll have it done by the end of the week.
I toss my phone on the desk. Am I overstepping by placing tracking devices on my wife? Perhaps. But I’d rather have the peace of mind of knowing where she is, than dreading the unknown. My imagination gets away from me at times.
The jealous, possessive beast within won’t leave me alone. If I don’t do something to ease my mind, I’ll spiral into the pit of darkness where my fears live. They’ll dig their claws into me, unrelenting, until I lose my goddamn mind.
I wish I wasn’t like this, but it can’t be helped.
She says she’d never cheat on me. This way I know for sure.
It’s a win-win.
CHAPTER 42
Ravenna
At work the next day, I’m unfocused, groggy from the late night fight with Cian. Especially since after going back to sleep, I woke up again early this morning to another of his nightmares. They had been better for quite a while. The perfume incident set them off again for a couple of weeks. Now we have another round of his night terrors because of this situation with my co-worker, I assume.
On top of all that, I’m upset at him for not seeking professional help. It’s been years of this and when it’s good, it’s great. But when he declines like this, letting his demons consume him, our relationship feels the strain. We both suffer.
I also hate the fact that he dreams abouther.His ex. She has a stronger hold over him than I do, and she’s been dead for what? Close to a decade?
Call me jealous. I loathe sharing him with another woman, even if she’s only in his nightmares.
“Good morning, Mrs. O’Rourke.” Devlin stops by my desk, pulling me from my thoughts.
“Good morning.” My tone’s brisk.
He notices. “Rough start to the day?”
“You could say that.”
“Oh? What’s going on?”
