Total pages in book: 129
Estimated words: 121654 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 608(@200wpm)___ 487(@250wpm)___ 406(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 121654 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 608(@200wpm)___ 487(@250wpm)___ 406(@300wpm)
The leather dragged over my skin, looking for the next empty space that he could leave his mark. I felt his hand draw back, and I didn’t know if this would be the time he took it too far, but I was done with this game regardless.
“Dawson,” I wheezed. “Dawson.”
It was the closest thing to a safe word I could think of. And when I heard the clatter of the leather on the ground beside the table, I knew it had worked.
THE ALARM ON MY PHONE went off at six, the same as every other day. But when my eyes rolled up toward the ceiling from my place on the sofa, it wasn’t just another day.
Instead of defending Emmanuel in court, I’d be making his funeral arrangements. The thought was sobering when I considered that for the past six months, my focus had been on beating this case.
It was never just about winning. My battles in court didn’t bolster my pride. I never counted my cases as victories when, in the end, it never felt like enough. For every case I won, there was another client out there somewhere I couldn’t help.
I was one man, and I was tired.
My body was giving out on me, and I always knew this would be my last case. I’d been overconfident in my abilities to help both Emmanuel and Gypsy at the same time. But in the end, I had failed them both.
The sobering light of morning hadn’t erased my behavior last night. When I followed Gypsy home from the club, she locked me out of the master bedroom, and I didn’t try to soothe the raw wounds I’d created.
Instead, I stood outside the door and listened to her silent sobs as she cried herself to sleep. With every tear that fell on her pillow because of me, it only cemented my belief that I couldn’t be what she needed.
Maybe I’d helped her, and Gypsy would probably graciously say that I had, but it wasn’t enough. It would never be enough. Because she’d made me fall in love with her. She made me want to stay. And every day, I found myself second-guessing my decisions. The path that had once been so clear was now filled with sharp turns and jagged edges I didn’t know how to navigate.
Gypsy Blue thawed my heart and brought me back to life just when I was getting ready to die.
I rubbed the sleep from my eyes and walked down to the guest bathroom. Since my release from prison, my routine had been the only thing that kept me grounded. Every morning, I got up at the same time. I showered and shaved and ate my breakfast, and I went to work. But today, I didn’t have the energy to do any of those things. I didn’t see the point.
I had a funeral to plan. And a woman down the hall who would be better off not seeing me at all. It didn’t make it any easier to walk out on her, knowing that it would hurt her when she woke up and discovered I was gone. But during the process of trying to teach her, I’d learned something about myself.
I was a coward.
And Gypsy, whether she knew it or not, would be better off without me.
“HELLO?” I ANSWERED SLEEPILY.
“Are you okay?”
I paused to reflect on the voice I’d just heard before I checked the screen, confirming my suspicions.
“Luna?”
“Yes, it’s me,” she said softly. “Hi.”
I didn’t know what to say to her, so I didn’t say anything at all for a minute. My head hurt, and my eyes were puffy, and all I wanted to do was go back to sleep.
“I hope you don’t mind that I called,” she said. “But I just felt… like you needed me right now.”
Again, I didn’t answer, and she laughed uncomfortably. “I must sound like a nut job to you.”
“No,” I said finally. “You don’t. It’s been… a rough couple of days.”
“I thought so,” she replied. “I’m sure you have a lot going on, but if you’re up for it, maybe we can grab a tea or something.”
I tried to force a smile for her benefit before I remembered she couldn’t see me. “That’s a really nice offer, but I’m just not sure I’m feeling up to it right now.”
“It’s okay,” Luna answered. “I get it. But I’ll be around the city today, if you change your mind.”
“Okay. Thanks.”
We hung up, and I stared at the closed bedroom door. The clock said it was past eight, and I hadn’t heard Lucian get up. He never tried to come in either, and I wasn’t quite sure what I would find when I padded down the hall, but after only a few minutes of investigation, it was obvious I was alone in the house. And suddenly, I didn’t want to be there at all.