Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 80102 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 401(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 267(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80102 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 401(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 267(@300wpm)
It isn’t a mistake or someone lost and looking for directions. My driveway is over a mile long. If that isn’t enough to deter people from showing up, the warning signs at the gate and lining the trail to get here should be.
I rip open the door, finding Donavan standing there with an annoyed look on his face.
He looks miserable and pissed all rolled into one, as he looks from the gun in my hand back to my eyes as if he honestly wishes getting shot was an option.
Terror fills my blood, and for a split second, I think he’s about to deliver some really fucking bad news.
I want to slam the door in his face, tell the motherfucker to keep it to himself, when the warmth of Ayla’s body presses to my back.
In the flash of a second, I realize that I’m not just playing house with this woman. I’m not enjoying our time together until it falls apart. I realize when I wish that I could trade my life in exchange for her not to feel the pain she’s going to feel, that I love this woman. I’d do and sacrifice anything for her.
There’s permanency to us, the same way there seems to be this occurrence, the perpetual pain we can’t seem to be free from. I can help her get through this, but I don’t know if she’s going to allow it.
“Donavan,” I snap, warning in my tone.
He steps to the side. I don’t think I’ve ever felt the kind of relief I’m feeling right now, not even when I woke up months ago in a hospital, rather than Pirro’s fucking dungeon.
“She’s your goddamned problem,” Donavan spits, pointing at Alani.
Donavan turns and leaves the porch. As if it’s the most natural thing in the world, Ayla’s fucking sister follows right behind him with an irritated sigh only a nineteen-year-old can have, when following after someone as scary as Donavan Gibson.
THE END