“Yeah,” she grumbles. “They never totally stop. I’ve considered seeing one of the therapists, but I never make the appointment. It’s almost like I feel like my issues are too big.”
“You could look into the credentials of the therapists in town, see what you think,” I offer.
The truth is that not every therapist can handle deep trauma. Sometimes, it can cause more issues if they’re not trained properly. If we were in a larger city, it wouldn’t be as difficult.
Sometimes, our smaller town is both a blessing and a curse.
“You need your sleep,” she adds. “I don’t want to disturb it.”
“Please do,” I say honestly. “I toss and turn thinking about you at night. I would much rather hold you in my arms, even if you have nightmares.”
“Really?” she asks. “You may not think that when you experience it.”
“I’m not going anywhere,” I promise. “I’ll make sure I pack a bag to stay here if you're sure you’re alright with it.”
I don’t care how long we’ve been dating, the choice is always hers. This is her house, her space.
“I’m sure,” she says, hugging me again. “I need to start getting ready, and someone will be mad at me if I don’t eat before work.”
“That’s true,” I say with a grin, kissing her lips. “Have a good night, I’ll be at the bar once you’re done with work.”
Silva walks me to the door, and I find myself whistling under my breath as I walk back to my vehicle. It may be cold as fuck, and Halloween is sure to bring out some crazy shit, but I get to sleep with my girl in my arms.
Everything else is background noise.
Chapter Eighteen
Silva
The club is slammed, and my sister is dancing tonight on stage with Briar. I love watching her let her hair down, but it’s even more fun to see the alphas in the crowd gaze at her with their hearts in their eyes.
Oh, not Harlan and Kyren, but the men who also work with them. Lexi hasn’t told me much about Sloane and Aiden, yet I don’t need to know. Not with Emmett closely paying attention to them as well.
I’m trying to get better about letting her live her life. I know that Widows Peak is safe, it’s just reminding my brain that the past isn’t going to collide with the present. It’s been ten years since anything really terrible has happened.
My brain is a lying hoe with a long fucking memory though.
As expected, everyone is dressed up for the holiday. Masks cover people’s faces, makeup accentuates scary costumes, and it seems to inject some magic into the night. My lips curve into a wry smile, and since they’re half black, half red, it makes it look especially creepy as I pour drinks and take payments.
Maura is dressed identical to me, and we both put our hair up in a messy bun. There are days when I consider cutting mine off, but I love my hair. It just seems to get in the way at times.
We’re staying open until two in the morning, and it’s almost time to call it for the last call. Hours have flown by, my feet are beginning to hurt, and people are happily drunk.
I’d say it’s a pretty productive night.
My phone lights up underneath the bar as I work, and my brows knit together as I check the text message. Surprisingly, no one tends to message me after ten at night unless it’s Syrus.
I gave my number to Isidro though, who shared it with his alphas. I’m not ready to call them mine as well yet.
I don’t trust easily. They did an incredible job on the outside of my house, and I thanked them for that. I won’t say I’m not swayed, because who the hell puts so much work into something only to turn around and hurt them?
No one. I am worried about Isidro, and Harlan’s tongue game is on point, but does that make a pack? I don’t think so, right?
Fuck, this is the mess inside my head. It’s not pretty, to say the least.
Pushing away the crazy in my thoughts, I shake my head and click on my phone screen again.
Kyren
