A commotion is happening outside the hospital.The moment I hear the screams and sound of shouting I get down from the car. Bridget follows, lightly cursing under her breath.My mind tells me something bad is happening in Ares’s room. As much as I trust Malachi’s knowledge of people to be top notch,
I’m not the only one who said things yesterday. At least I admit I'm a horrible person for saying them. You’re too busy coming at me like I'm to blame for your foolishness.”Wait. I don’t understand what’s happening anymore. I can feel stress trying to wind under my skin and bring on a headache but
Malachi leaves and I'm left alone with my thoughts and Ian as Bridget drives us home.Ian insists he can drive and that he is not so heavily intoxicated that he’d not be able to. Bridget literally cussed him out and now he’s sulking in the backseat.I don’t know who is more annoyed, me or Bridget.
Ian looks away, jaw clenched as he stares out the window. I relax into my seat and sigh, “I’ll take that as a yes.”“I wasn’t drunk. I just took my medication and it sets me a bit woozy.”Bridget snickers and basically bares her teeth at him as she speaks, “Then you keep your hands to yourself! Not
“Dad!”My voice sounds frantic but I'm trying to make it not. This is okay. It doesn’t mean anything.“Dad!!”“Mr Elcot!!”Bridget makes her way up the stairs and is halfway to the upper floor when we hear my father’s cool voice travel through the room, “Why is my lovely daughter screaming for me? I
My father nods, and though I can see he wants us to speak about it, I know I can't right now. I’m feeling every emotion a little bit too strongly, and I don't know what I'll feel if we have this discussion.“The world is ready for your show my dear. How are we feeling?”The change in topic brings a
Malachi’s pov.“Mr Finn.”I ignore the sound of my name, knowing it won’t go away until I answer it but taking some bit of pleasure in knowing I don't have to respond until I want to.“Mr Finn.”Or until I'm annoyed enough to.There’s annoyance and then there’s impatience.My eyes drift to the pictu
“Does it really take a disguise to see my husband now?” I feel a point in my chest deflate when I hear the voice.I was unconsciously hoping it was Antonia. I won’t lie about that.If it was her, I'd have stalked her until she was trapped, back against the wall and face looking up into mine. I’d be