Bonnie was led into the room next, and seeing her look such a mess lit up my soul with absolutely joy. Her once luscious dark hair was faded to a dull color with grays already visible. She was makeup-free, and without Botox and all her skin-care routines, she was finally beginning to show her true age. She no longer seemed as large as she always had, and it fucking made my cold heart a little warm to see her so fucking miserable.
“You look happy,” Kreed murmured, pressing a kiss to the shell of my ear.
I hummed. “I am.” A snort escaped me before I could stop it. “She looks like absolute shit.”
Kreed huffed a laugh.
Bonnie’s case took a little longer, but at the end of it all, she was sentenced to twenty years with a chance of parole after fifteen. She’d been charged with attempted murder, solicitation of a crime, conspiracy to murder, aiding and abetting, and murder-to-hire. No matter how much she’d cried that stabbing me hadn’t been part of the plan, no one would hear a word of it because there was no proof otherwise.
She was led away sobbing and crying and begging for a retrial. I stood, watching her be dragged away until silence rang through the courtroom once more.
Turning to Kreed, I asked, “Home?”
Home being the house he’d rented while I finished up school. He’d paid to cancel mine and Corvus’s apartment agreement and moved us in with him. And the house was big enough Corvus never heard us when we fucked, and we never heard him when he happened to bring someone home, either.
Kreed stood and grabbed my hand, giving it a gentle squeeze as he smiled softly at me in that way that made me feel warm and fuzzy and safe. “Yeah, baby. Home.”
The End
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