Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 64767 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 324(@200wpm)___ 259(@250wpm)___ 216(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 64767 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 324(@200wpm)___ 259(@250wpm)___ 216(@300wpm)
“Is Tina with you?”
“She’s asleep. What’s wrong?”
“I’m at the police station, can you come to get me?”
“What the fuck?” she says into the cell. “Where?”
I tell her, and before she hangs up, I close my eyes knowing she’s going to give me one hell of a lecture for this. “And can you bring some clothes? I seem to have misplaced mine.”
“I don’t even want to know.”
“No, no, you don’t,” I say.
One hour later, Sydney’s still not here, but someone else is.
I look at the police officer. “I’m not going with him.”
Atlas Hyde stands on the other side of the bars, smirking as he watches me.
How could she call him?
Him of all people?
I’m never trusting that bitch again.
“Miss, you either spend the night or go with him. Your choice. But I won’t be standing here all night while you decide.”
I look up at him. “Anyone but you,” I say.
“No, just me, Theadora.”
I stand and walk past him, feeling his eyes track my every move and watch my almost-naked body. The officer seems to sigh when I walk out, happy to not have to deal with any more nonsense tonight then he walks off.
“Where are your clothes?”
“You don’t need to know that.” I hug myself and walk out.
Where the fuck is Sydney?
I really could do with some clothes right now. Luckily for me, it’s not freezing, but the breeze is cool, and it makes me shiver.
“You’ve got a tattoo.” Atlas looks down at the back of my arm where my Nordic compass is located, it’s a symbol of guidance and protection, and believe me, with Atlas in my life, I need all the damn protection I can get.
Chapter Six
Atlas
White silky skin with a devilish temper, and I want to run my hands all over it. Trace it with my tongue. She eyes me with disdain and turns her head away from me.
“Yes,” she says, answering my question about her tattoo. I never thought she’d get one, she simply doesn’t seem like the type. But then again, I assumed I had a type, until her.
Theadora is anything but my type.
No, she is the type of woman I stay away from.
My cell starts ringing, and Lucy’s name pops up. I press reject and look back to a shivering Theadora.
“I could give you a shirt,” I say while studying her. “But I think I like you better like this,” I tell her with a smirk.
“Fuck you,” she says, turning and walking down the street.
“Do you want to get arrested for indecent exposure, too? I mean, you are practically naked, Theadora.”
She spins around fast, takes a few steps so she’s right in my space, and starts screaming at me. “Why are you here? I didn’t want you here. You would be the last person I would call even if I were dying. Believe me… the… last… person.” Her sky-blue eyes darken.
“You keep telling yourself that lie,” I reply. I reach up and push a lock of blonde hair away from her face, and she bats at my hand. “You love me, and you fucking hate that you do,” I say.
She freezes. She’s like a deer stuck in the headlights of a car that’s heading straight for her.
“Y-You…” she stutters. “You know nothing about how I feel, Atlas.” She shakes her head. “Nothing.” She turns away from me.
“My guess it’s the same way I feel,” I say.
She stops but doesn’t look back.
“Pain on a whole new level. Mixed feelings for someone who doesn’t deserve them.” I step closer, her back still to me. “A person who you despise with every fiber of your being.” I step back, turn, and walk to the car.
Sydney turns up and gets out of her car. Her eyes lock onto mine, then move to Theadora before she leans back into her car, emerging with a blanket, she walks over and offers it to Theadora and then guides her to the passenger side. When she’s safely tucked inside, she doesn’t look my way, simply keeps her eyes down as she waits for Sydney.
“Why did you come?” Sydney asks. “You said you don’t have feelings for her, so why are you here?” she questions again. “Unless you’re lying.”
My eyes snap to hers. “No.”
She crosses her arms over her chest.
I rang Sydney for work, and when she said she had to go out, I asked why. She was reluctant to tell me, but when she did, I smiled.
My good girl in trouble with the police.
Who would have thought?
As I stand there thinking, a guy walks out of the police station and looks around. When he spots Theadora, he heads straight to where she’s sitting in Sydney’s car and knocks on her window. She opens it for him. I can’t make out what they say, but it’s not as heated as when she and I talk.
When he stands, she offers him a small smile, but I can tell it’s forced.