“There’s a first,” he said with another bitter chuckle. “Just needed to almost die to find out more about you. Not so bad.”
The truth behind his joke wasn’t lost on me.
I reached out and rested my hand on the nape of his neck, offering a rub. He leaned toward my forearm, and I felt him relax some more. I didn’t know why I was doing this, but I felt like he deserved a little ease after all he’d been through.
I wanted to soothe him.
I continued with the massage for what felt like such a long time but could have only been moments of touching him, gazing into his eyes, trying to tell him everything, show him everything I’d withheld, yet knowing he couldn’t pop into my head to discover all these secrets, all the darkness.
Finally, he went into the bedroom, leaving the door just a crack open.
I released a long, heavy sigh, crouching down and sitting on the floor, my back against the wall.
That’s where I would stay and keep watch over him.
I didn’t feel we were in any immediate danger, considering the precautions I took to get us there, but the only way anyone was hurting Ty was over my dead body.
