Total pages in book: 115
Estimated words: 107254 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 536(@200wpm)___ 429(@250wpm)___ 358(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107254 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 536(@200wpm)___ 429(@250wpm)___ 358(@300wpm)
“Lock it down,” Brock advises when I start to growl.
“I’ll come and get you when she’s out.” She nods at me and walks out, leaving me trying to lock it down and not go in there and kill the man who put his hands on her. The man who took her from me because I was too stupid to admit how much I loved her. Knowing that from this moment on, for the rest of my life, I’m going to show her every single day how much she is loved. I just hope it’s not too late. I hope she can forgive me. If she doesn’t, that will be my penance and I’ll live with it, without her, and it’ll be the greatest regret of my life.
Chapter Forty-One
LILAH
I hear the sounds of beeping coming louder and louder toward me. I take a deep inhale as I try to open my eyes, but nothing happens. I move my head from one side to the other to make sure I don’t get sucked back into the darkness.
I focus on the beeping beside me as I try to open my eyes. I moan when I feel a gentle hand take mine and then softly kiss it. “You’re safe.” I hear his voice, but I’m not sure if I’m dreaming it or if it’s real. “I’ve got you, baby.” I feel more kisses on my hand. “I’ve got you.” I feel pressure now on the hand he is holding.
My eyes flutter open, and I take in the dark room with soft light coming from the almost closed door. The sound of the beep is steady, the white walls look sterile, and when I turn my head and look at my hand, I see his head bent, and my hand pushes against his forehead. “Emmett,” I croak before I lick my lips. His head looks up, and I can see the worry all over his face.
“Baby.” His voice cracks, and he brings my hand to his mouth as the tears run down his face. “Baby.” I can barely hear his voice.
“Water,” I mumble as my eyes want to close as I try to keep them open. I lift my hand to touch my face, feeling if it’s still sore to the touch like it was for the last little bit. He lets go of my hand and walks out of the room. I look down at my arm, seeing I’m hooked up to an IV drip. The beeping is from the machine monitoring my heart. The burning in my side is a throbbing pain. Turning my head to the side, I rest my eyes when I hear boots coming closer to me. I open my eyes to see him walking back to me, holding a clear cup in his hand with a straw. I notice he’s changed his clothes since yesterday, even if I only saw him for a split second.
“It’s ice water.” His voice is soft and almost in a whisper. “You need to take small sips so you don’t make yourself sick.”
I nod as he holds the straw to my lips, and I take a sip. The coldness hits my tongue right away. I take two sips before I stop. “Thank you,” I say, and he puts the cup on the hospital table.
“How are you feeling?” he asks, his other hand coming out to sit on top of my head.
“Like I got hit by a train and left for dead,” I try to joke, but the minute I say the words, I see his face go white. “But I’m alive, so I guess I should be grateful. There is a throbbing pain—”
I tell him the truth and slowly touch where the pain is coming from my side. “Feels like every single time my heart beats, it pulses there.”
“You were stabbed,” he says, shocking me. “Twice.”
“What happened?” I ask. “The last thing I remember is the sound of crashing.”
“We came in,” he starts, his hand tightening on mine, “and he had a knife at his side, like he always does.”
“Where is he?”
“Not anywhere near you,” he almost hisses. “He won’t get anywhere near you again.”
“I don’t understand. Why?” I shake my head. “He drugged me,” I fill him in. “I got to the barn earlier than ever and was shocked he was there. He made me coffee.” His eyes look into mine. “Told me to have coffee with him. He cut my hair.” I touch the side of my head and feel the hair is just under my chin. “He told me he was going to take me away from here and we were going to be in love. He wanted me to have his babies.” I shake my head. “I never even suspected him.”
“No one did. Not even Casey. He fooled us by giving us someone else’s information. The real Samuel Lennox lives in California and, as of last night, was unaware that his information was being used by Richard Granville.” I blink a couple of times, trying to get my head wrapped around all this information. “Richard Granville was released from prison eight months ago after serving a seven-year sentence for kidnapping his girlfriend. She finally escaped after two months of being held captive when he fell asleep beside her.”