Page 73 of Their Will be Done

Dear Lord, I can’t handle this shit.

I lean forward, my eyes fluttering closed, fully intending to kiss Reuben just to put an end to the sour thoughts filling my head.

But he moves his head aside so I end up kissing his fucking ear.

I huff impatiently and press the back of my head against the door, glaring up at him as he carries on rifling through his pocket.

I cross my arms over my chest, moving my mouth to the side. “What are you looking for?”

“This.”

He lifts a red rosary. My hands fly to my chest, but I touch bare skin. “How did you—?”

“You left it here.”

My mind scurries back to the shower I took earlier today. “No I didn’t.”

He says nothing.

“I must have put it back on.”

Still nothing.

“I put it on top of my clothes. It would have been the first thing I saw.”

He quirks an eyebrow at me.

“It must have fallen off.” I keep brushing my skin and then hold out my hand, palm up. “Whatever. Give it back.”

His fingers close over the red beads. “It’s mine.”

“You gave it to me.”

“But you don’t believe. What’s the point?”

My heart stutters at that. His commanding stare forces me to drop my gaze. What the fuck am I supposed to say to that?

The smell of roses hits my nose. He’s rubbing the crucifix with his thumb, intensifying the scent.

I bite down on my lip. I’m such a jerk. It obviously means a lot to him, and I’m demanding him to give it back.

He tenses when I lay my hand over his. I slowly close his fingers over the necklace.

“You’re right. There’s no point. It’s yours, anyway.”

But then, as I’m holding him, staring into those pitch-black eyes, a wriggling worm of doubt starts working its way through my mind.

“Wait…” I turn my head, watching him warily from the corner of my eye. “IknowI put it on my clothes. It…it wasn’t there when I got out.”

He watches me with the patience of a rock.

My eyes go wide. “You took it.”

There’s the tiniest flicker in his eyes.

“Oh my God!” I slap a hand into his chest and begin squirming against him so he’ll let me go. “You werewatchingus!”

He lets out a soft grunt, grabs my ass, and slams me back into the door hard enough to rattle it.

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