She pants as she stands at the gate, shoving on her hoodie whilst watching Regina catch up towards her. She too curses Dawson, causing Indie to throw her head back and laugh.
The notes wrap around my heart like a vice as they echo across the concrete bay, stealing a breath from me. I never thought I’d see a smile grace her lips again.
For weeks, she had sunken eyes, an abyss so deep within her irises, I thought it would keep her captive forever.
But here she is, walking with her head held high amongst mindless killers, not a tremble in her entire form.
Looking at her causes an ache to thump in my chest.
It’s like an addict being snatched away from its favourite habit, the substance being left in front of them in a vacant room.
I want to overdose on her, get her so deep within my veins, I’ll never know what it’s like to feel sober again.
The craving itches beneath my skin to hear her voice whisper in my ear, her screams with my name as they fill a room, her annoyance making me smile.
Smoke lazily curls around me from my cigarette as I take in a drag and it fills my lungs. I watch as she walks beneath me as I lean over the balcony. Her gaze shifts from Regina up to me, our eyes colliding as the muscles in her neck force down a swallow.
What I’d give to feel that skittering pulse drum beneath my fingertips.
All I can hear is the band going taut, the final tear giving in as my restraint snaps so loud, it could be heard within the depths of the infernal regions.
29
Indie
Undressed - Sombr
ReginaandIhavebeen running every night before dinner, much to her displeasure.
To be honest, I’m with her.
These psychos take working out to a whole new level, and I haven’t been able to get out of bed without groaning like an eighty-year-old.
Rex mentioned there’s training that goes on around here daily, and Regina and I will likely join in once we feel a bit more settled. We’ve dipped our toes in with the cold weather training, and God is it horrific.
The Pit is like what I imagine a military base would run like, except these guys’ methods are a little unorthodox.
Not that we mind; it’s not exactly like either of us have ever partaken in an ethical system.
I wrap the cable around the hairdryer, placing it on the bathroom counter before opening the door. A scream rips from my throat.
“Fucking hell, Saint. Haven’t you heard of knocking?”
My heart slams against my palm as I edge my way further into the bedroom.
He’s perched at the end of my bed, his huge frame looking like a sculpture carved in indestructible stone as he stays deathly still.
Swallowing, I dare myself to move closer, coming to stand in front of him. “Saint?”
He inhales deeply, then pins me to the spot with his blistering gaze.
“Even though you asked me to leave, I didn’t fucking want to. I wouldn’t have left if I thought the Montgomerys posed a threat, and I always made sure to keep an eye on you. I had people on standby in case you needed it.”
My head jolts back at the unprovoked confession. I blink rapidly as I stare at him, my mind trying to catch up with the words he just spoke so freely.
That I wasn’t alone in my pining.
My hand grips against the towel at my chest, and the last bolt that’s containing my feelings rattles within an inch of its life.
