Total pages in book: 181
Estimated words: 181613 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 908(@200wpm)___ 726(@250wpm)___ 605(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 181613 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 908(@200wpm)___ 726(@250wpm)___ 605(@300wpm)
“Did you like it?” I ask.
“What? Of course I did,” she replies. “Why would you ask that?”
“I don’t know.” I shrug. “It seems like the thing one would ask.”
“The question is, did you?” She winks.
“Fuck yes,” I reply, and she laughs out loud.
“We should do it again soon,” she says.
I’d die if I could have this every day.
She grabs her phone and checks the time. “But we gotta catch some sleep. It’s late, and I have classes tomorrow.”
“Oh right.” I try to get up, but she pushes me back down.
“Where are you going?” she asks.
“Don’t you need sleep? I’m a distraction,” I reply.
She rubs my chest straight through my shirt. “Stay the night. Please.”
I smile.
How could I ever deny her?
I nod and hold her hand. “Okay. If you’re sure.”
She presses a kiss to my cheek. “Positive.”
I cup her face and press a real kiss to her lips, deepening my stroke with my tongue to show her how much I love her. I don’t care that I can taste myself on her lips. She is everything I could ask for and more.
“I love you,” I whisper.
Her eyes burst open, and she pecks me back on the lips. “Good night.”
She wraps her arm around me and lies down on my chest, while I pull up the blanket. But while she closes her eyes and slowly falls asleep, I’m left staring at the ceiling.
She didn’t say it back.
Aspen
In the middle of the night, I wake up to a revving sound. I sit up and look around to gather my bearings. Grey is still beneath me, snoring while fast asleep. But I can’t help the impending dread wash over me from the nightmare that I just awoke from. A nightmare where Grey was actually Ghost all along and has been watching me, even during the night Mavis fell.
I throw the blanket off me and walk to the window to get some much-needed fresh air. But when I scoot the curtains aside, the motorcycle parked outside makes all the hairs on the back of my neck stand up.
His helmet hides his identity, but there’s only one motorcycle rider I know of who would choose to hang out underneath my window in the middle of the night.
Levi Torres.
I can’t see his eyes, but his visor is pointed directly at me, and it’s enough to make me feel the burning-hot glare of his rage.
He’s waiting.
Waiting for Grey to leave this house so he can kill him when I’m not there to protect him.
Shit.
CHAPTER 22
Aspen
Levi revs the engine again, still looking right at me as though it’s some kind of warning. A threat that one of these days he might just drive right into our door and come drag Grey out himself.
He wants me to suffer. It wasn’t enough that he made my half sister jump. He now wants me to feel the pain. Why?
“Haven’t you caused enough pain?!” I scream without thinking about the repercussions.
Grey loudly snores behind me.
Levi revs the engine again and spins the motorcycle, leaving circles on the ground like he enjoys watching me get all riled up.
As if he’s waiting for me to come out and face him.
I clutch the curtain tightly, afraid that if I don’t hold on, I might just do exactly that.
But facing Levi means coming to terms with my own murderous intentions … and just how badly I’ve failed at following through on them.
I want him dead, but could I really be the one to pull the trigger?
Could I really kill the one I once considered—
I bite my own lip to stop the thought from invading my mind.
I can’t. I can’t fucking do it, and he knows. He’s throwing it in my face that I can’t kill him, and that he can just kill Grey whenever he wants.
Silas is the only one who wants him dead as much as I do, but he’s been warned by his dad, Felix, not to overstep it, or we risk an all-out war with the Torres family. Silas knows better than to go against his own family, so he’s not going to help me. At least for now.
And my Ghost is nowhere to be seen.
Where is my stalker when I need him the most?
The engine revs again, and Levi races off on his motorcycle, and I breathe out a sigh of relief. I turn to look at Grey, still blissfully unaware of what’s going on.
A part of me feels guilty for involving him in my messy life, but another part of me wants to use Grey as a big “fuck you” to Levi, just to show him I can go on without him.
But the longer this continues, the more of a threat this all becomes.
Someone has to do something about Levi, and if it’s not going to be me or my flaking Ghost, then maybe I can find someone else to at least keep Grey out of Levi’s grasp.