“No.”
“You have.”I don’t answer.She finishes and pushes the plate away.“Thank you.”
“For the food,” I say.“Or the silence?”
She considers.“Both.”
We stand there, not touching, the space between us humming with everything we’re not saying.“You’re having me watched,” she says quietly.
“Yes.”There is no point in lying to her when she obviously knows the truth.
She nods.“Figured.”
“You don’t like it?”I’m genuinely curious.
“I don’t like cages.”
“This isn’t one.”
She meets my gaze.“Not yet.”
I step back first.Giving up the ground costs me.“I’ll have someone show you where you’re sleeping,” I say.
She stands.“So you’re letting me stay?”
I hesitate.Just enough that she sees it.“For now,” I say.
Her smile is softer than it has any right to be.“Good.”She brushes past me, shoulder warm against my chest.And for the first time in years, I don’t feel like I’m losing control.
I feel like I’m choosing it.
Chapter Three
What I Don’t Take
Savage
