Page 88 of My Damaged Protector

Shit.

He's Sarah's brother. I saw him at the hospital.

Why is he trying to speak to me?

You know why.

Damn. Can't I have a day to deal with my own problems without hers getting involved?

“Whatever you think you're here to do, it's not going to matter because I don't know where she is, and even if I did, I'm not taking you to her,” I inform him, my best no-nonsense face on.

He takes one look at me and shrugs.

“That's okay. I'm just here to share a drink with you.”

What does he think I am? A fool. Well he's about to find out that I'm smarter than he gives me credit for.

26

SARAH

“What doyou mean you're leaving Glazer Ville? To go where?” my aunt snaps at me, her words rushed as she follows me through the house.

I enter my room and immediately get packed. I don't have many clothes here, but whatever’s available will have to do until all this dies down and I can go back to my place to get my things.

“Sarah.” My aunt calls my name to get my attention.

Nothing I say will make her be onboard with this. My mind is made up. I'm leaving.

“You heard what I said, Auntie. I have to leave.”

“Why?”

“You know why.”

“Oh, I know, you chose to see the reporter after I told you not to, and now she knows the truth so you're running away. Where do you even have to go?”

Nowhere in particular right now. I'll have to speak with my agent to get that figured out. Wherever I'm going though, it'll have to be a small town. I don't mind picking up a new pen name so long as I still get to write and my life is no longer under scrutiny.

“And what about Olivia?” she asks when I don't say anything to her.

“What about her? She's coming with me.”

“She's what? Okay, that's it.” Walking toward me, she snatches the clothes I'm folding out of my hand and motions for me to sit. “Now,” she says with a raised brow when I don't move.

Sighing, I throw my hands up in defeat. “Fine.”

When I'm seated, she remains standing in front of me, her hands now on her waist.

Something tells me she's going to lecture the hell out of me.

“Before you say anything, just know that my mind is made up and nothing you say will change that,” I inform her.

She rolls her eyes at me, but there's no missing the look on her face.

I can't stay here any longer, and it's not because I don't feel safe in her house. That's far from it. This whole thing has just dragged on for too long, and I need to put an end to it before things get out of hand.

It's a miracle Kyle hasn't called me yet so far, unless he hasn't seen the news, and I'm praying that he never gets to see it.

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