Page 100 of Law Of Love

My breathing was shaky.

“Freya? What’s happened?”

“Can you come over?” I asked, my voice wavering and my teeth chattering.

“I’ll be there as soon as I can.” I heard shuffling and then the purr of a car engine before I hung up the phone, my tingling hands unable to support the device's light weight any longer.

Pulling my knees to my chest, I took deep breaths, trying to calm my racing heart. This wasn’t like me. I was usually so calm and easygoing, and I was furious with myself that I had allowed Will to change me. He was haunting me from hell, and I guaranteed he was loving every fucking second of it.

Murderer.

Killer.

Murderer.

Killer.

Murderer.

Kill-

I jumped as my bedroom door was pushed open, and Kaleb appeared in the doorway, a frown taking over his beautiful face. How long had I been sitting in bed shielding myself from Will’s cruel words?

“How did you get in here?”

“I know how to pick locks, Freya,” Kaleb said, shrugging, making his way over to me slowly, perching himself on the edge of my bed. “What’s going on, baby?”

Tears fell from my weary eyes, and I placed my hands on either side of my head. “He won’t leave me alone.”

Kaleb’s brows creased as he reached for me, wrapping his large hands around my wrists and prying them from my head. “Who?”

“Will. He’s in my head. I’m going fucking crazy.”

He shushed me, pulling my sobbing form into his arms and rocking us back and forth slowly. He stroked my hair, saying nothing. But he didn’t have to. His presence alone was calming enough, the smell of his cologne wafting up my nostrils. I buried my face in his neck with clenched fists.

“You’re not going crazy, my little artist,” he told me, pressing a soft kiss to the top of my head.

“I am. I’m a murderer.” Snot dripped from my nose. “I shot him in the face. He couldn’t have survived that, Kaleb. He tells me every night. I can’t sleep. He’s always there in my head, laughing at me because he’s going to see me down in hell.”

Kaleb shook his head. “You’re not going to hell, Freya. I can promise you that.” He looked pained, running his tongue along the front of his teeth before nodding towards my laptop. “What were you watching?”

I followed his gaze, sniffling. “Um, just some stupid romance film.”

“Great, let’s watch it together.” He manoeuvred us so that he sat with his head against my bed frame; my body curled into his with my head on his chest. The steady beating of his heart soothed me, and I clutched onto the hem of his black T-shirt tightly and attempted to steady my breathing.

Will’s murderous threats all but disappeared as I snuggled into Kaleb’s side. One of his hands circled me while the other rested behind his head, the position causing his T-shirt sleeve to roll up, exposing a part of his shoulder.

Colourful ink captured my attention, and I cocked my head. The space on his skin hadn’t been tattooed months ago, and the new artwork intrigued me. But, when I caught sight of a bird’s blue wing spread out—feathers sticking up as wind swirled around the creature—I narrowed my eyes.

“What is that?” I mumbled, nodding towards his shoulder, and Kaleb clicked his tongue, revealing the entire tattoo.

The tattoo of my drawing.

My eyes turned to saucers, and I leaned over him to slide my fingers over the ink. “When did you—“

“I took the sketch out of your pad a while ago.”

“And then you got it tattooed?” I questioned, shock rocketing through my body.

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