It really wasn’t that big of a reaction, and I knew I would have been able to tame it if I’d been given a couple of seconds.
Leave it to the foreboding man to be the one to see right through me.
Like he was an extension of me.
The terror zapping from my nerves and becoming one with his.
It was wild that I found so much comfort in it.
Never once in my life had I felt as secure as I did the moment he was holding me by the face.
His breaths mine.
His care distinct.
Reading a piece of me I never left exposed.
A week ago, the last person I would have attributed those qualities to was Silas Mercer.
From the get-go, I’d deemed him wholly wicked and cruel.
A part of him was.
I wasn’t blind.
I could only fathom what had happened to the man who had tried to kidnap me.
I could feel the violence skimming from Silas’s hands just as sure as he’d been able to feel the horror rippling from mine.
Maybe I had taken a quick jaunt into becoming a horrible person because I wasn’t so sure that I could even count the retaliation as unjust.
“Are you sure this is a good idea? Don’t get me wrong, your girl here is always down for a party. But after what happened today, I’m not so sure my brother is going to be all that welcoming.”
I was jarred out of my spiraling thoughts by Elena who stumbled along at my side, trying to keep up.
You know, since I was basically marching toward my destruction.
“You can go back,” I told her offhandedly, but inside, I was hoping that she wouldn’t.
I needed backup.
A pal.
Or if I really got myself into trouble, a cell mate.
“Ha. You want my brother really mad at me? That is not going to happen.”
She’d dressed up, too.
Wearing a cute floral dress that hit her mid-thigh and white sneakers on her feet. It was a whole lot more country than biker.
Me, I’d gone full biker babe. At least, I hoped that’s what I was pulling off since I didn’t have a lick of leather in my closet.
A short black dress.
Fitted up top and frilly at the bottom.
Hoping to fit in with these other women and no one would really notice.
