Page 3 of Broken Princess
She had no way of knowing I wouldn’t do that. It was the rest of the world that wanted to hurt her now, not me.
I closed my eyes and let out a heavy sigh. “Where did you go?” I whispered, wishing she could actually hear me. “I fucking need you here.”
I didn’t just need her around for the sake of her safety. I simply needed her. My life was cold and hollow without her in it. A drab, monotonous existence that was nowhere close to real living.
In the time I’d spent with her, she’d breathed warmth, color and meaning into my world, and she’d taken the tattered patches of my heart and sewn them all back together so that I could feel again. She never even knew it.
Now she might never know.
I straightened my shoulders and looked in the mirror, glaring at myself. My face was ashen, the tendons on my neck were standing out, and my eyes had turned glassy. I grimaced, sorely tempted to smash my fist into the mirror until my reflection was nothing but a cracked, distorted mess of blood and shattered glass.
I spotted something out of the corner of my eye a second later, and the sight sent another giddy rush of fear through my blood. On the bottom left corner of the mirror, just above the gilded frame, there was a small letter daubed in pink lipstick. Q.
Shit.Willow didn’t leave willingly. Not unless she was tricked.
She was taken.
