I dropped a light kiss on her cheek and left. Inside the room, I stared at the man swathed in the pale grasp of pain. “Zayne?”
He opened his eyes. “You good?”
My laugh was low. “You’re asking me that?”
“Trust me. Takes a lot to take this fucker down.” His smile was weak. “There are times we set out on one path and inevitably end up going down another, one we don’t see until that fork is upon us and we change direction at the last minute. That’s what happened to us and I wanted to say thank you.”
I was still confused. “For.”
“In some weird fucked up way, we became friends, something I rarely do. I know it’s not how we started but I’m glad to have met you.”
“I guess you never can predict what tomorrow will bring, no matter how much planning you do. And for what it’s worth, I’m glad I met you too.”
“I know I don’t need to ask this of you, but promise me, she won’t cry. That her heart will know no sorrow?”
“That’s one tall order, considering you’re the one making her cry and feeding her sorrow with this bullshit plan to die,” I scoffed.
He chuckled. “And there’s the ‘say-it-like-is-Trent.’ That’s the one thing I admired about you. You go in guns blazing, take whatever the fuck you want, others be damned, yet you have the fucking heart of a lover.”
Grinning, I shrugged. “What can I say? Women want me, and men want tobeme. Unfortunately, there’s only one woman for me and she’s got me by the balls.”
“I’m glad to hear that. That said, I need to ask you a favor.”
“Sure.”
He gestured to the chair. “Take a seat.”
Ashrika
ONE MONTH LATER...
“Ash?” I turned at the sound of Trent’s voice and smiled. “You okay?”
I nodded. “I’m sorry.”
He frowned. “For?”
