Page 73 of Lovers Fate

“It’s better this way,”I tell myself.

Let her think I don’t want her. I don’t care if she was in a mental institution. I’m not what you call sane either. I’m fifty shades of fucked up and none of them are gray.

“Hey…um…I’ll take you back.” I hear Kaden tell her.

It’s not until I hear the front door close with a thud that I turn around.

I spot a piece of paper on the counter. I pick it up and notice her handwriting is childlike, or like someone who hasn’t written something in a long time.

It would have been easier to get rid of me, if you had let him take me last night. That way, you wouldn’t feel regret this morning.

Ps. I left your shirt on the bed. I wouldn’t want anyone to think I’m the crazy one for taking it.

Regrettably,

Athena

I crumble the note in my fist. “Fuck,” I mumble and toss it across the room.

I pull the roots of my hair as a sharp pang fills my chest thinking of that asshole with his grimy hands picturing him shoving her in the back of that van imagining all the things he would have done to her.

It’s what had me rushing back only to find her in the shower using my soap. There was no way I couldn’t resist. I had to have a taste. I marked with my teeth, my lips, my breath and finally tasted her sweet cum on my tongue listening to her moans like it was mantra I didn’t want to end.

She was exhausted by the time I dried her in a warm towel and carried her to my bed. Something I never do with anyone.

I’m still trying to wrap my head around what it is about her that has me acting out of character. There was a small moment that lasted a fraction of a second I thought what Kaden and my brother said was real. It was the first connection I felt with someone. I couldn’t enough of her skin. Hunger gripped me the moment I kissed her mouth and I couldn’t get enough.

When we I carried to her the bed, I did something I never did. I waited until she fell asleep and held her in my arms. A woman I just met, knowing nothing about her except that she’s considered crazy, and a killer.

I check my phone to see if Kaden sent me a text but he hasn’t. I know he’s angry with me with the way I treated her this morning but it’s for the best.

There was a truth in what I said. I can’t risk the lives of those young girls. If I could save one, it’s better than none.

Athena Dean is a risk to everything we do and stand for. We are not just freaks, we are justice for the innocent.

TWENTY-THREE

“Are you sure you’re, okay?”Kaden asks for the third time.

No, your uncle or whatever he is, just treated me like I was a hookup he couldn’t get rid of fast enough when the sun came up and it stings like the marks on my skin.

A reminder that what happened was real and I’m not good enough. I’m crazy. A risk to him—–To them. Unwanted. Like something that stinks up the house and you need to throw out.

I look out the window as the sign of the motel comes into view. I’ve never been so grateful to see the place I’ve called home for a couple of months.

“I’m good.”

He stops the truck in front of the stairs on the side of the building. “I’m sorry….”

I slam the passenger door drowning out his words running up the stairs taking them two at a time not wanting to see the pity in his eyes. He means well but I don’t want to be the cause of a rift between him a Draco.

I fumble with the key trying to get it in the lock as quickly as I can when I hear the truck door slam.

“Athena, wait!” He calls out. “Can we talk for a minute.”

I shake my head in frustration when the key is upside down and won’t slide in. My hands are trembling. I flip it over and sigh in relief when it slides in. There is nothing to say that hasn’t been already said. Last night was a mistake.

The door opens, I rush inside and slam it shut, my back hitting the door thankful that it automatically locks when I hear Kaden’s heavy knock on the door.

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