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If I walk out that door, all this is really over.

Everything we’ve managed to build together…our own little piece of weird, protected paradise…no longer available.

But if I stay…it’ll eventually get ruined.

Destroyed.

Fucking. Obliterated. Until there isn’t even an ash to remember it by.

He’ll find me.

Us.

Kill them.

Me.

No.

No matter how much it hurts, no matter how much I wanna believe the side of the spreadsheet in my brain that says now is the time for fight, not flight, I can’t.

I can’t risk anything happening to the only two people I care about living more than I do myself.

I have to go.

They will not die because of me.

Getting my other shoe on with bleary vision is difficult but not impossible.

I sling my bag over my shoulder, swallow the next round of tears, and move towards the side door. Unfortunately for me, two steps from it, the object swings open putting me face to face with the man I was hoping to avoid.

Shit.

I thought he’d be gone longer.

I thought I had more time, so I wouldn’t have to say goodbye.

Nolan’s dark gaze slowly drags itself over my frame, wordlessly evaluating everything he sees.

Rather than back down or rush to explain or make an excuse, I simply stand still.

Stare.

Drink in all that I’ll be dreaming about for the rest of what remains of my short life.

It’s not like I have pictures of them to take with me.

This is all I get.

The memories, the sweatshirt, and the pen.

Mutt curls his arms across his broad work shirt covered chest to the same agonizing speed he let his eyes sweep over my frame. “Goin’ somewhere?”

My bottom lip trembles.

Begs to open.

To release more than air.

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