Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 71348 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 357(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 238(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71348 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 357(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 238(@300wpm)
“Fuck,” he muttered.
Huck then walked away, taking the food with him. When the door closed behind him, I sighed in relief. Thank goodness for small miracles. Laying my head back against the wooden rocker, I pulled the blanket up to my chin and enjoyed my quiet.
After going back to bed last night, it had taken me almost an hour to fall back asleep. My thoughts kept going back to the envelope in my nightstand. I fought off breaking down and looking inside. Eventually, my eyes had closed, and I’d fallen into a deep sleep.
Admitting that Huck being in the house was probably why I’d slept so deeply was annoying. Knowing I was safe from the monsters out there, wanting to hurt me, had made it easier to sleep. I wouldn’t tell him that though.
The door behind me opened again, and I rolled my eyes. He was back. Fantastic.
A plate with a croissant was placed in front of me. I looked down at it, and my stomach growled. I was hungry now. Reluctantly, I took the plate from him.
“Thanks,” I mumbled.
He set a tall glass of milk on the table beside my chair. I waited, thinking he would leave again, but he walked around and sat down in the rocker beside me. I wasn’t going to talk to him if that was what he was after. I tore off a piece of the croissant and put it in my mouth. I’d keep my mouth full.
“When was the last time you had a period?” he asked me.
Frowning, I turned my head to look at him. “Seeing as that is a personal question, I’m going to pretend you didn’t ask me that.”
Huck rubbed the stubble on his chin while he looked out at the mountains. “Smell of bacon made you sick. You’ve lost weight. When was the last time you had a period?”
Oh. I shook my head. “I’m not pregnant. I got on the shot. I haven’t bled since then,” I told him, turning back to the croissant.
“When did you get the shot?” he asked me.
I stopped before putting another bite in my mouth. “Are you serious? I am not discussing this with you,” I told him, then shoved the piece I’d torn off into my mouth.
I could feel Huck’s gaze on me. Yes, I had lost weight. I didn’t want to eat. I had fallen in love with a man who had killed my family. And God knew how many other people. It was kinda hard to eat after finding that out.
“You were fucking Blaise before you got the shot. I’m not asking for details. I’m asking you when you got the damn shot. Did you stop bleeding altogether?”
Sighing, I finished chewing, then met his gaze. “I got the shot about six weeks ago. I was told it could lighten or even stop my period. It stopped it. But before they would give me the shot, I had a period and a pregnancy test. They didn’t give me the shot until I had a period first and they were sure I wasn’t pregnant.”
Huck nodded, then looked pacified with my answer. I went back to my croissant and realized I was hungry. Really hungry. Finishing it off, I took the milk and drank it. I wanted another one, but I wasn’t about to go get it. I did not trust my stomach and the smell of bacon inside.
When Huck got up, he took my plate and glass with him before going inside. I stared out over the mountains, wishing he hadn’t brought up my period and sex with Blaise. My thoughts were there now, and a lump began to form in my throat. The urge to cry wasn’t new. I’d done that several times over the past three weeks. I was torn between hating Blaise for taking my family from me and missing him. I didn’t want to miss that man. I wanted to hate him. But my foolish heart wouldn’t let me. As much as I wanted to.
The door opened, and Huck appeared again with a plate of two croissants and another glass of milk. I wanted it and wished I didn’t.
“You don’t have to feed me. I’ll get my own food,” I said, glaring at the plate of food.
“Eat the fucking food and shut up,” he said, putting it beside me and turning to leave me alone again.
I reached for a croissant and realized he’d warmed this one. Taking a bite, I closed my eyes as the soft, buttery taste met my tongue. I should have said thank you. No. NO. I should not thank him. For all I knew, he was the one Blaise had sent to shoot my family. My stomach twisted at that thought. I put the rest of the croissant back. The appetite I’d seemed to have immediately vanished.