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“Samuel!” I scream his name through the tears streaming down my face as I run through the lobby to reach him. Crashing into him, a pained grunt rattles him, and he struggles to stay on his feet.
“Careful.” Samuel winces.
“How?” My hands roam his chest and touch his face, trying to convince myself that he’s real. “I…I watched…you die.”
“I told you, love.” He cups my face. “I wasn’t letting you go. Satan himself couldn’t pull me from you.”
“This is real fucking sweet and all,” the dark-haired man interrupts the two of us, “but can you two do this anywhere else?”
CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN
SAMUEL
Three days later
It’s funny how a near-death experience really puts things into perspective.
And not just for the person who almost died.
After thinking I had died, and mourning me for days, only to find me alive, Cora has realized that she cares about me too much to willingly walk away from me.
Not that I would’ve let her.
The things I did before meeting her, the urges I still fight, aren’t going anywhere. They won’t ever go away, but she’s open to finding a way to help me manage them.
I can be good for her.
EDMUND
I’ll be there in 3 minutes.
Ok.
Will picked the gift up.
He’s going to meet us there.
Perfect.
I want to be good for her.
But I need to do this first.
Trying to be quiet and not disturb Cora, I slip from the bed. I grab a pair of sweatpants and a T-shirt from the bench at the foot of the bed and slip them on in the dark and head downstairs. By the time I reach the front door, Edmund is pulling to a stop out front.
Sneaking out the front door, I slip into Edmund’s car, and we make our way down the drive and toward The Preserves. A whole development of mini-mansions burying all of our dirty little secrets.
He makes a right-hand turn, and we head through a construction gate to a section of the community still under development. William’s G-Class is parked at the makeshift curb, and Edmund pulls in behind him. As he parks, Will opens the trunk to reveal my gift.
Well, my gift to Cora.
Adam Rodgers.
Judging by the looks of his face, Will has already spent a great deal of time with him. For the massive enforcer that he is, he’s crying like a bitch as Will pulls him from the back of the SUV and shoves him toward the empty construction site.
I follow behind them, my gait is still a little slow from the pain in my side, so they reach the framing for the pending foundation before I do.
Catching up to them, I slide the blindfold from Adam’s face and thoroughly enjoy watching his eyes widen as he takes in the ghost standing before him.
