I scowled, slipping out of the guest house at the edge of her father’s property and heading toward the main house.Get out of my mind.
And chance you raging the world down? No way. Where are you now?
Walking up your stairs.
I arrived at Isla’s door just as it opened.
“Come in quickly,” she whispered.
I didn’t hesitate, walking inside and pulling her close, drawing in her clean, fresh scent before kissing her.
“Hey,” she whispered, cupping my face. “We’re okay.”
“I am never going to be able to wrap my mind around this shit.”
Isla smiled gently. “Yes, you will. You’ll look back on all of it and laugh.”
“I highly fuckin’ doubt that.” I took her hand and pulled her over to the chair by her window, sitting and pulling her onto my lap. “This helps, though.”
She grinned, running her thumb over my lower lip. “I’ve got your back, love.”
“Yeah.”
She dropped her forehead to mine. “Yeah, yeah, or meh yeah?”
“Yeah, yeah.” I chuckled. “I just forget sometimes.”
“Why don’t we try to do that awake?” Isla suggested.
“Do what?”
“Find a place we both feel safe. A place in our minds. A place no one else can get to.”
I frowned. “And exactly how do we do that?”
She blew a breath out through her teeth. “I have no idea.”
I smiled, dropping my forehead to hers again. “Close your eyes.”
She did and I tried to reach her thoughts, but I just didn’t know how.
It’s okay, love. Let me try.
Within seconds, I stepped into a black room and let out a grunt when I could see nothing in front of me.
I’m here, Isla crooned.
Where?
Here.
She was suddenly in front of me.How did you do that?
Isla chuckled.I just found the link to your emotions.
What does that mean?
I’m not entirely sure how to explain it. Next time I’m emotional, you can practice.
