Even if I don’t know how to forgive him yet.
Oh, I saw him briefly before the Feds came and took him away.
“Sabrina, I wanted to say I’m sorry.”
“I’m glad your sorry, Marco.And I hope you find some peace with what you did.”
“Do you forgive me?”
“I don’t know.But I’ll light a candle for you on Sunday,” I told him and he nodded and left.
Noel Kane, the man in charge of the operation responsible for my protection briefly spoke to me about what was going to happen with Marco.
I listened, nodded, thanked him.
Said all the proper things.
But none of it explained where the heck Theo went.
He didn’t even send a message.No text or note.
Last time I saw him he grunted “I’ll handle it” to Kai before disappearing out the door like some kind of brooding superhero who only saves the damsel but doesn’t bother sticking around after.
Screw that.
Screw him.
I’m tired.
I’m sore.
I’m sick of fluorescent lights and terrible hospital pudding.
And I’ve just about had enough of feeling like a discarded side quest in someone else’s action movie.
So when the doctor tells me I’m just about clear for discharge, I don’t hesitate.
I nod, say thank you, and make my plan.
A nurse leaves the room to get my paperwork ready, and that’s my window.
I snag a pair of navy blue sweatpants from the laundry bin, pull on the clinic’s no-slip socks, a pair of rubber clogs someone left in the cubby, and I steal a white doctor’s coat hanging on the back of a supply closet door.
I sweep my hair into a messy ponytail and grab one of the used lunch trays stacked outside the room like I’m just doing rounds.
For a team of internationally trained bodyguards with elite military backgrounds, nobody bats an eye as I shuffle right past them with a tray of empty pudding cups.
I don’t know whether to be insulted or impressed.
Probably both.
Outside, the wind bites at my cheeks.I flag a cab and sink into the backseat, heart pounding like I’m breaking out of prison.
And maybe I am.
A stupid, sexy, emotionally confusing prison with muscle and scars and dark eyes that see right through me.
My eyes burn.
