Remy
When Kylie had let him take her hand in his without flinching, Remy had felt like he’d accomplished so much more than just holding hands. In a way, he had. Her not flinching meant she was starting to trust him, starting to let down her walls. Damn if it didn’t make him feel like he was walking on cloud nine.
When she’d described her vision for a romantic garden specifically for weddings, he could see it in his mind, too. It gave him some ideas that he would have to put on the back burner for the moment.
Remy didn’t ask her many questions once she started really talking because he was afraid she’d shut down if he did. It made him smile to know she would miss working with him at the club. Short of dying, there wasn’t one single thing that could keep him away from her for long. He’d walk through the fires of hell to be at her side, if he had to.
When Kylie had closed her eyes, he’d felt sudden tension in her hand, and frowned. The frown turned to barely suppressed rage when she finally told him the reason why she kept pushing him away. He and his leopard were in agreement; they wanted to hunt down the leopard, who’d both physically and sexually abused Kylie for half a decade, and rip him to shreds. He wanted to kill the bastard, slowly, and make sure every second of his life draining away was done in agony.
Kylie’s tears were his undoing. As soon as Remy saw them he couldn’t stop himself. He moved to her and pulled her into his arms before he sat on the nearby bench that surrounded the inside of the gazebo. His arms banded around her and held her tight.
“No one will ever hurt you again, Kitten.” He buried his face in her hair and breathed her in. He couldn’t erase her past, but he sure as hell could help her to heal from it.
When her tears finally subsided, he nuzzled her gently. “Do you want to go back to da compound?”
Her whispered ‘no’ made his heart hurt. “All right. We’ll stay right here for as long as you want to.” He shifted their position so that he could prop himself up against the gazebo before he pulled her against his chest. She sat nestled between his legs with her head resting on his chest. His hand moved in slow circles on her back, soothing both her and her leopard, until he felt her relax and her breathing slowed.
Remy smiled down at her before he pulled out his phone and sent a quick text to Caine, letting him know they might not be back until morning. He didn’t go into detail; he simply told his Alpha that Kylie had finally opened up, and because she was emotionally drained, she’d fallen asleep in his arms.
C:Be safe and see you in the morning.
Remy smiled at Caine’s text before he let his own eyes drift closed as sleep pulled him under.
