Page 64 of Ruthless Intent

“Again? Surely you can’t have that much to say to each other.”

“Just for a walk. I think … I think he’s having trouble acclimating to being out of prison.” It’s the first excuse I can think of, but the second it leaves my lips, I wonder if it’s true.

Is he having trouble adjusting? Is life outside of prison a struggle for him? If it is, he hasn’t shown it during the time he’s spent with me. Will I see it more when we’re married?

Oh god … we’re getting married.

“Ashley, are you okay? You’ve lost all color in your cheeks.”

“I’m fine. I just haven’t been sleeping very well, that’s all.”

“Maybe you should cancel tonight and have an early night, then? I’m sure he’ll understand. He has his family around him.”

I shake my head. “No, no. I like spending time with him.”

Does she believe me? I don’t even sound like I’m telling the truth.

She must do, because she doesn’t question it.

“Alright, as long as you’re not spending time with him out of some misguided sense of guilt.”

“I’m not. I promise.” I pick up my plate and stand. “I’m going to take a shower and get ready to go out. What are your plans for tonight?”

“I have no plans tonight. I’m going to sit in front of the television and catch up on my shows.”

I empty my plate into the trash, then rinse it under the faucet before placing it in the dishwasher.

“Then I’ll leave you in peace.” I smile over my shoulder at her. “I have the spare key, so don’t worry about waiting up for me.”

Especially as I know I won’t be coming home. I don’t want to tell her that as it’ll raise too many questions.

“Ashley?” Her voice stops me as I reach the door, and I turn. “If something is going on, I want you to know that you can tell me.”

“Why would you think something is going on?”

“I know we’re not as close as we used to be, but I’m still your mother. And I know when something is bothering you.”

“It’s nothing.” I force a smile. “I’m fine, really.”

CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX

ZAIN

“Can you do it tonight or is that too short notice?”

“No, tonight is fine. What time?”

“Nine. Could you bring a couple of … volunteers? I’ll pay them for their time.” I lie back on the bed and stare up at the ceiling.

Will I ever get used to not being able to reach out a hand and touch it from my bunk?

“You don’t have any friends who’ll be there?”

“No. Not local, anyway.”

“Then I can arrange that for you, yes. So, just to clarify. Nine p.m., at Raven’s Hall?”

“That’s right.”

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