“I’m not signing the goddamn papers,” he growls.
I throw my hands up.“Why not?It's not like you're still in this marriage, Emmett.If you don't want me anymore?—”
Before I can get the whole sentence out,he stalks toward me withbig, heavy footsteps. Until he's right up against me, and I'm stuck between him and the counter.
For a second, he just glares at me. And it's almost like his eyes are...a different color.
I know Emmett's eyes.Chocolate brown. Just like they've always been.
There's something in them now.Something that's just different enoughto make him look not like himself.
He reaches down and grabs my hand, hisrough fingerstight around my wrist.Then he presses my palm to the front of his pants, right where an unmistakable erectionpresses hot behind the fabric.
“Does that feel like I don't fucking want you, Brynne?I never stopped fucking wanting you.You're all I think about. You're all I fucking want.”
“Then why?—”
I don't get the question out.His mouth slams down on mine.
There’s nothing gentle about this kiss, like maybe it should be after two years of being apart. Instead, I still have my fingershalfway wrapped around his dick and he's devouring me, nipping at my lips, shoving his tongue into my mouth, wrapping me in his arms.
I have two years’ worth of angerin my bones.I don't want to give him the satisfaction of knowingthat I still want him too.That it would take a fucking miracleto get me to stop loving him before I die.
But I also can't bring myselfnot to take advantage of this moment.Because I know that there's not going to be another one.He may be kissing me now,but he's not going to get another chance. And neither am I.
So instead of fighting it, I moan into his open mouthand rub where my hand is still pressed to him.
“Fuck!”He rips his mouth away from mine and tilts his face away, his chest heaving.
And then he's gone, out the front door so fastthat it doesn't even close behind him.
“Damn it!”I shout. He can't just run out into a storm.
But it's too late.He's gone.
Chapter 4
Emmett doesn't come back.
I fall asleep on the couch, waiting for him, and at some point in the middle of the night,I wake to the sound of thunder crashing nearby.
The storm has gotten worse, rain pounding on the ceiling.I sit up on the small couch, glancing over at the fireplace.The fire is still going, but just barely.
I stand and walk over to it, grabbing the fire poker and moving some of the wood around.Once I've got it going again, I set the poker down and straighten.
My eyes catch on something out the small window by the front door.
It's dark, well past midnight, but when lightning strikes again,I see that there's a figure out in the dirt driveway, standing behind Emmett's truck, right against the dark treeline.
Fear lances through me.I'm in the middle of nowhere, and Emmett is gone, and there’s a man outside.
I squint harder into the darkness and realize… the man is Emmett. I recognize his flannel, the shape of his body, his broad shoulders, his wet hair,slick against his neck as he just stands there in the rain.
He's not looking at the cabin. He's turned away, looking into the distance.
Then something odd happens.He hunches over, and his body twists in this strange way, an unnatural way.He's on all fours, and I watch, horrified, as my husband begins to change.
I can't see much in the shadows, in the pouring rain,just the shape of him moving and turning, until he's not Emmett at all.He's a monster.
