Underneath all that blood and pain, my Col was crying out for me.
Once I made it out of my wing, I tiptoed up the staff stairs and emerged in the west one. His wing. After I made sure the coast was clear, I darted for the large, dark wooden door at the end of the hall.
Please don’t be locked, please don’t be locked.
I twisted the handle and jumped for joy. Not locked.
A smile spread across my face as my soul peeked around the corner with anticipation. Once inside, I shut the door quietly behind me and let out a breath as I took everything in. I leaned back against the door, marveling at the beauty.
The room was grand, with some of the tallest ceilings I’d ever seen in a home. The far wall was all windows, covered by black curtains. To my right was a fireplace, with shelves of books on either side to the ceiling.
Gwen would fucking faint if she saw this collection.
After lighting the fire, I ventured around the room and ensuite. The all-black rain shower and a gorgeous black metal tub seemed to be from a dream. Across from the fireplace was the biggest bed I had ever seen. It had a black modern headboard, and a dark gray comforter.
There was also a mountain of pillows.
I smiled.
I would be sleeping soundly tonight.
Something caught my eye on the bedside table, a yellow ribbon sticking out of the closed drawer. Curiosity took over, and before I could stop myself, I pulled out a leather-bound book.
The yellow ribbon was a bookmark.
I opened it, ready to discover what it held—maybe a rare first edition?
It wasn’t.
This was a journal…Col’s journal. My heart skipped thousands of beats as my soul gasped.
My eyes began reading his handwriting.
Harsh, bold. Like him.
My eyes scanned over the first page, my lips parting.
He'd written aboutme.Each entry about a time he'd spent with me. The most recent entry was dated the day we left for Boston.
She's the only one.
Snapping the book closed, I put it back where I found it. I ran a hand through my hair as I tried to get my heart to calm down.
There were dates on the pages, from when I was first brought here. He had been feeling it too.
My tears fell, marking my PJ top.
When I fell asleep in the middle of my demon’s bed, his written words echoed in my mind…
“A little late-night reading, angel?”
I slammed the book closed as I let out a yelp. Turning, I found his silhouette leaning against the doorframe, the faint light ofhis cigarette hanging from his shadowed lips, the hallway light casting a glow into his room.
“Col,” I gasped, clutching the book to my chest.
“Put it down, Karina,” he growled.
“How long?” I demanded.
