Total pages in book: 191
Estimated words: 188966 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 945(@200wpm)___ 756(@250wpm)___ 630(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 188966 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 945(@200wpm)___ 756(@250wpm)___ 630(@300wpm)
Silently, I joined her at the railing.
I didn’t press against her. I kept a foot between us, hoping she’d come to me but accepting if she didn’t. I’d never seen her drunk. I didn’t know if she’d be melancholy or mean or just slip downstairs and go to sleep.
“Do you want anything to drink?” I murmured. “They won’t be cold, but I stocked up on drinks yesterday. Sprite and Coke—”
“No.” She gasped and shook her head. “I’ll never have another Coke as long as I live.”
I frowned. “Why? Did you mix it with bourbon or something?”
Her lips twisted as yet more tears tumbled down her cheeks, silver in the moonlight, etching her face with painful edges.
My heart once again fisted, feeding off her, ready to fight off her enemies but not able to see where they were coming from. “Nerida...”
Biting her bottom lip, she shook her head, refusing to make eye contact.
Words tangled on my tongue; I looked around the boat. “Do you want me to go and pick up some food? I’m sure a doner kebab place would still be open.”
She inhaled sharply as if each time I talked, I sliced open her veins and made her bleed.
My heart pounded. My pulse throbbed in every finger and toe. Sweat slicked down my back from nerves, and I lasted as long as I could before I turned to face her and whispered, “Bana ne olduğunu anlat. Buna dayanamıyorum. Senin bu kadar acı çekmen bana dayanılmaz geliyor. Nasıl durdurabileceğimi söyle. Neri, bunu durdurmalıyım çünkü seni böyle görmek beni çıldırtıyor.”
I froze, noticing my slip of languages.
Her eyes snapped closed, and she clutched the railing with white-knuckled fists.
Repeating myself in English, I murmured, “Tell me what happened. I can’t stand this. Can’t stand you hurting like this. Tell me how I can make it stop. I need to make it stop, Neri, because I’m going out of my mind seeing you this way.”
Slowly, ever so slowly, she turned to face me.
Tears ran down her cheeks.
Clouds churned in her harrowed stare.
Licking her lips, she said ever so quietly, “If you commit a crime here...the worst thing they can do is deport you...right?”
I froze. My back snapped straight.
Deport me to my death.
I swallowed that truth and murmured, “I don’t know. I’m not sure how the criminal system works. Why? Why are you asking me that?”
Her face twisted with more sadness. She wrung her fingers and asked again. “If I asked you to hurt someone...would you?”
“What?” My stomach sank even as my heart turned to ice. That damn link between us. That series of nudges and knowings fed me things I didn’t want to hear, didn’t want to see. Sickness swelled in my belly as I shook my head. “Neri...wh-what are you saying?”
Her lips thinned as she grimaced. She wedged both hands against her belly. She shuddered as if she couldn’t bear to stand up, to talk, to live, but then she stood taller and looked me dead in the eye. “If I asked you to kill someone...would you?”
My knees locked to prevent me from dropping before her. I balled my fists to prevent me from touching her. I swayed on the spot as horror bled through me, pore by pore, cell by cell.
And I knew.
I knew before she reached for the buttons of her cardigan and slowly undid them.
I knew before she pulled the stolen clothing off her shoulders and shrugged it to the floor.
I knew before she raised her wrists and angled them in the moonlight.
And my heart motherfucking broke.
Stepping into her, I grabbed her wrists and studied the bruises, the blood. Tears stung my eyes. I groaned with murderous fury and despairing grief. “No...” I choked. “No...”
She cried silently as I raised her bruise-smudged and blood-coated wrists to my mouth. I trembled as rage surged through me.
Rage.
RAGE.
I couldn’t contain it.
It cracked my bones.
It snapped my veins.
I kissed her wounds, I tasted her pain, and I lost myself.
“Fuck. FUCK!” My knees gave out.
I collapsed before her.
And the moonglow beamed on her perfect feet.
I couldn’t breathe.
No.
Fucking hell, no...
She cried out as I ran my fingers over the bruises around her ankles. At the burns in her skin. At the ligature marks of imprisonment.
And I broke again.
I kissed her feet.
I gave in to my fury.
Tears bled down my face, burning like acid, corroding like poison.
Her hands landed in my hair as I bowed over her. My back retching. My entire body jerking with rabid violence, savage revenge, and merciless, relentless cruelty.
He’d pay.
Fucking fuck, he’d pay.
Bone by bone, blood by blood, he’d be in motherfucking pieces before I was through.
Standing with strength I didn’t feel, my tears dried up, and my fury settled like a glacier within me.
With aching tenderness, I cupped the love of my life’s cheek. I smudged away her tears with my thumb. And I pressed my mortal promise to her lips.