She chuckles. “I love it. But that’s not what I was thanking you for.”
“Oh?” Confused I wait for her to elaborate.
She leans further into me, and reaches for my hand, pulling my arm to rest around her stomach. I want to grab her and hold her tight, but I know she’s not ready for that.
“Thank you, for being so patient with me. I know that you want?—”
“Stop.” I grab her chin, turning her face up toward me. “You don’t have to thank me for that. I’ll never push you. We won’t do anything until you’re ready.”
“But what if I’m never ready? I don’t want you going without, but I couldn’t handle it if you went somewhere else…”
“Hey. I’m not going anywhere else. Ever. If you’re never ready, then you’re never ready. I won’t cheat and I sure as hell won’t leave you.”
She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath.
“You can’t promise me that. And I wouldn’t want you to.”
I sit up straighter and twist her around to face me. “Whatever is going through your fucking head right now, stop it. I’m never, ever leaving you. You’re my ol’ lady, my world. I don’t care if you’re never ready. I can’t be without you. Do you hear me?” my voice breaks at the fear of losing her. I grab her arms and pull hercloser. “Tell me you hear me? Tell me you won’t leave me, baby, please.”
“I’m not going anywhere, Wrath. But I am scared of losing you.”
“You won’t lose me, just promise me that you’ll stay with me.”
She leans up and kisses me again.
“I love you.”
Chapter
Fifty-Seven
The funny thing about trauma, it can hit you at any point. One minute you feel fine, strong, and the next you’re curled up in a ball having a panic attack.
I hadn’t even realised that I’d zoned out when I was making a drink, not until he touched my arm. I got such a fright; I’d screamed dropping my cup from my hands and falling to my knees. I remember feeling like I couldn’t breathe, everything sounded like I was under water and the spots began to form in my eyes and then everything went black.
I woke up a little while ago, on the sofa in the main room, curled into Wrath. I’d blacked out during my panic attack; the prospect had carried me into the main room where everyone was while I was out.
“Dylan, stop watching me.” I know he’s just doing what Wrath told him to when he headed into Church with the others after I woke. But it’s unnerving.
“Please, stop calling me Dylan. It’s Prospect while we’re in here.”
I groan as I try to sit up and he races over to help me, grabbing my shoulders but then quickly drops his hands.
“I’ll stop calling you Dylan, when you relax and stop beating yourself up.”
“I didn’t mean to give you a scare Marissa. I’m so sorry,” he tells me.
As I stand from the sofa, he stands with me, holding out his hands like he’s worried I might fall.
“I know, it’s not your fault, Prospect.”
He smiles at my use of prospect.
“I thought the counselling was helping?”
He follows me back into the kitchen and steps around me stopping me from going any further.
“Erm, how about I make you a drink and you take a seat. You’ve had enough injuries for one day.”
