Page 41 of Vows From Hell

“As much as I hate it,’’ I grunted, folding my arms in front of my chest. “The man who helped us last night wants to meet you.’’

Her eyebrow raised. “What for?”

“He’s a fan of your books.’’

Happiness took over her face, eyes shining.

“Really?”

“Yes, really,’’ I drawled out, distaste filled my mouth.

As happy as I was that people were enjoying her work of art, I hated every single motherfucker that ever came in contact with her.

“Anything else?”

“I bought you a new phone. You can use it to call your friend and family.’’

Storm swallowed the last piece in her mouth and pushed the plate away from her. Her body was trembling slightly, but she tried her best not to show it.

All that warmth vanished in the blink of an eye, replaced by a stoic expression.

“What happens now, Micah?” She sighed heavily. “Do we stay on the run until we die? Do we settle somewhere far away where no one knows our faces? Do we go to jail? There are people who are a threat to us.’’

“I will kill every single person who is a threat to you. I’ll ensure your safety, I promise, Bambi.’’

She hummed.

“What about everything else?’’

Storm needed reassurance. We both knew she deliberately sought me out. She was desperate to meet me again and I granted her the wish. Yet right now, she was acting coy. No matter which path we ended up taking, she was craving stability.

Even in this fucked-up scenario, I was determined to give her the world if she desired. Her needs were my priority. If she desired, I was prepared to give her my life.

“For now, your main focus should be resting. You need it.’’

Storm pouted angrily.

“I can’t,’’ she sighed, admitting defeat. “I’m overthinking — I know, but isn’t that a given in this situation? I can’t sit back and relax with the possibility of the cops knocking at our door.’’

Our.

She said our.

She fucking said our.

“That won’t happen. Firstly, we’re in the middle of nowhere. There’s absolutely zero chance for anyone to find us unless they knew where this house was. And secondly, I will take all the blame if they do.’’

Storm took a deep breath, her trembling finally coming to an end.

“I would still need to go home.’’

I paused, looking at her in disbelief.

“What? Why?”

She showed no reaction. If she was annoyed, angry, or confused, I couldn’t tell. The cold expression remained on her face.

“If you want me to stay with you—’’

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