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“And when Luca finds out she’s missing, he will lose his shit,” I concluded.

“He hasn’t found you in the last 3 months, you’re obviously good at laying low.”

“Her family would be devastated.”

“Then let her leave a letter.” Grace shrugged.

“We will get caught.”

Looking over her shoulder, “Aria is downstairs making breakfast, you won’t get through without being seen.” Pulling out a set of keys, she handed them to me. “Go down the staircase and keep left. There’s the side door you can get out of clear from anyone seeing you. My car’s there. I’ll keep Aria distracted. Go.”

“No one can know I was here.”

“I know,” she nodded. “Call it even.”

Grace paid her dues tenfold. “You could have called it even a long time ago.”

“You saved my life, there’s nothing I could have done to make up for that. But now, I’m saving yours. So my debt is paid.”

“What are you going to tell them?”

“Nothing.”

Chapter Twelve

I watched Bethany’s chest rise and lower as she slept under the covers. My eyes slowly traced the curves of her body while I held her tenderly. Even through layers of clothing and a thick comforter, I could still visualize her naked body. A body that was always receptive to my touch. Her blond hair cascaded onto the pillow and some errant strands fell on her face, framing her soft features. Looking at her smooth porcelain skin and rosy lips made my dick swell with desire against my briefs. Closing my eyes to settle down the urge to bury myself deep inside her, I grabbed my crotch as though commanding it to behave. Since we arrived at my place back in Reykjavik, I’d devoured her body and claimed her until she fell asleep from exhaustion.

The whole week, I watched her every move, and when I blinked, my heart ached for her. What hurt the most was the inflicted pain she caused herself. She was never one to cross that line and I was the reason she did. Flashes of Marie each time I closed my eyes made me get sick. The scene in my mind was so vivid that I could still smell the blood everywhere.

Bethany raised her arm to rub her heavy eyelids and squirmed in pain. Slightly she opened her eyes. Her face lit up in a weak smile when she saw me looking at her.

“Don’t you get tired of looking at me?”

“Not yet,” I joked.

Truth to be told, getting tired of Bethany didn’t seem possible.

“What’s on today’s agenda?”

“I want to take you to the Golden Circle,” I replied. “End the day at the Blue Lagoon.”

I’d been showing Bethany the area and how beautiful the country of Iceland was with its Northern lights, geysers, waterfalls, and volcanoes. She loved their Viking heritage and was eager to learn Icelandic which wasn’t going well, but I enjoyed watching the effort.

As we got out of the car, Bethany began to giggle.

“What’s so funny?” I asked.

“It will always make me laugh how you went from those fancy sports cars to this,” she pointed to my Toyota Land Cruiser.

“It’s practical for this kind of terrain,” I scoffed. By no means was I happy about it, but I didn’t want to attract attention to myself, plus driving a sports car on these rugged roads would destroy it.

There was a pathway from the parking lot of gravel that led to the Blue Lagoon. The pathway was made of brick but to the right and left were piles of volcanic rocks. The gush of wind hitting my face felt nice as I was bundled up in a heavy jacket and scarf. Once inside and got our day pass, Bethany and I went our separate ways. I headed to the men’s locker room while she went to the women’s locker room. It was mandatory to undress and shower using their natural spring soap before entering the lagoon water.

As I waited at the entrance of the Lagoon, my eyes observed the surroundings. It was a habit I couldn’t shake off but now more so since having Bethany with me. There were people of all ages coming in and out of the water. Jealously rose within me when I saw Bethany walk out in a skimpy two piece bathing suit. Her eyes were set on me, but I could see the men around checking her out. The black material clung to her body so tight it looked about ready to rip. Her self-inflicted wound healed very well. The only bruises on her skin were from my own marking.

As she walked over to me she raised her brow, “Don’t get upset. Next time don’t take me somewhere that requires minimal clothing.”

I wrapped my arm around her waist and pulled her close to me. “You’re asking for it.”