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The Demon Lords were vicious and had no morals. Just to think that she had been so close to a member of the gang brought a newfound fear to her. She was able to distance herself from them before and planned to remain that way.
She’d even had to start over.
All thanks to the damn gang she hadn’t realized she’d had ties to.
“What’s got you so tense?” Rhys murmured. He slid a hand down her spine which instantly brought her back from her darkened thoughts.
“Nothing. Just something that came to mind from my past,” she replied softly. She hadn’t really shared with Rhys what hadhappened in Atlanta. All of it was bottled up inside her, but she just couldn’t share it.
Would he think differently of her?
It was taking a toll on her. Should she be in counseling for it?
Probably.
But Jordan hadn’t had time to even think of finding a therapist. Life after the trial had sped by, and Omara at the time needed her, and it was also her way to escape and make a new life for herself. She just hadn’t had time to call her own.
Plus she was fine. She had a new focus in life and would just keep all of that hurt and trauma buried. It’d been working so far. She could handle it.
“Want to talk about it?” he asked quietly.
Jordan shook her head immediately. Now wasn’t the time. She was sure at one point she would need to tell him. If they were to have a future together, she would want to come clean and lay all of her cards down on the table. She did believe in honesty.
“No, I’m okay.”
“Are you sure? Last time you slept over?—”
“I said I’m okay.” Jordan didn’t want to think of the last time she’d slept there. Everything had been fine until she’d had a certain dream.
A nightmare.
She had scared the crap out of Rhys and Honor who had been asleep in the bedroom with them. She’d woken up confused and then embarrassed.
Rhys had caught a name coming from her lips during her nightmare.
Bravon.
Jordan pushed off of Rhys and stood. Her skin crawled from the thought of his name. She walked away and headed toward the stairs. She took them and began walking away from thehouse. Unsure where she was going, she kept walking straight. The cool blades of grass greeted her feet.
She ignored Rhys’s curse.
“Jordan!” he called her.
Her hand came up to rest over her mouth to find her lips trembling. Her vision grew blurry as tears teetered on the edge of her eyelids. She tried to will them to not fall, but they didn’t listen. The fat drops slid down her cheeks.
What. The. Fuck?
Why was she crying?
Despite everything she had been through, she hadn’t cried once. Not when she’d found out who Bravon truly was. Not during the trial. Not through the slander from her old precinct that she’d undergone. Not even when she was home at night lying alone in her bed, trying to figure out her next move.
She’d been strong. Held herself together, and not once had she reached out to anyone for help. Jordan’s one regret was not checking into Bravon when she had seen the red flags, but she’d tried to give him the benefit of the doubt. She’d ignored it all, and look how things had played out for her.
She was Jordan Knight.
She could handle anything the world threw at her. Anger filled her at the way she was reacting at the moment. She didn’t want Rhys to see her this way. If she was going to lose her shit, then she’d want to do it alone where there were no witnesses.
Honor’s bark echoed through the air behind her. The dog could have easily caught up to her. Rhys must have given her an order to stay on the patio.
