“You don’t,” I cry. “If Jaxon were in this position, I know you’d fight for him too.”
Her eyes flick between mine slowly before she inhales. “Your life is on the line.”
“And I’d give my life for him any day.”
After everything he’s done for me. He gave me back my life, and now I want to do the same.
“You do crazy things for the people you love,” I confess. “And Caleb needs someone to fight for him. Regardless of what he said, of what he ordered. I have to do something, otherwise I’ll never forgive myself.”
I refuse to live the rest of my life being scared, playing it safe. If I die trying to save the man I love, then I think it’s one of the best ways to go.
57
CALEB
Evan’s laughter floats around my head. It’s light and airy. I can picture his bright smile in my mind. My handsome man.
I will come home.I shoot through our non-existent mindlink that’s gone now I’ve rejected him.I promise.
It’s the only thing that’s keeping me going. I’m determined to see his face again and shower him in love and nothing less.
Something prods my arm, and I drag myself out of my daydream. I glance to my right to see Lula kneeling beside me, eyes wide, realising she’s caught my attention.
“Sorry,” she mumbles. “I was looking at your tattoos.”
My lips twitch into a weak smile. “That’s okay.”
Her eyes trail over my arms, and I watch as they light up. “This is honestly the most exciting thing I have seen since being here.”
“Lula,” Fi warns her from behind us. “Leave him alone.”
“It’s okay,” I murmur. “I don’t mind.”
Fi nods at me gratefully as Lula takes my wrist so she can inspect the ink sitting on the inside.
“Do you want tattoos when you’re older?” I ask softly.
She shrugs as she continues to trace lines over my skin. “Maybe. But I don’t know what. I don’t want to regret it.”
“Smart.” I laugh.
“Do you regret any of yours?”
“Some,” I admit. “But now I have so many that they all blend into one.”
“I think they’re cool.” She grins, and the light in her eyes makes me so incredibly sad.
That this is what’s entertaining to her after what she’s endured. I’d sit here for days as she explored my tattoos if she wanted. They deserve better. Everyone here deserves better.
“Thanks.” I nudge her gently. “I appreciate it.”
She draws her hands back after a few moments and meets my gaze. “Can I—” she pauses. “Can I ask you a question?”
I lean forward. “Of course.”
“Ryker has powers,” she states as she pushes back her dark blonde hair.
“Yeah.”
