Page 60 of Unmasked Legacy

“Get her up,” Wolfe orders. “Right fuckin’ now.”

How dare he act like he cares.

I’m hauled to my feet, tears and blood mixing together as they drip off the end of my chin and nose.

“Get her inside,” Talon growls, from beside me. “We’re not fuckin’ savages.”

“She was goin’ to shoot you, Pres.”

The voice comes from the person who knocked me down, but I don’t know who that person is. Quite frankly, I don’t care. The heaviness weighing me down is enough for my knees to buckle and for that person to have to take on all my weight so I don’t fall again. Wolfe steps forward, hauling me into his arms, and carries me inside.

I don’t look at him.

I don’t speak to him.

Hell, I’m not sure I’m even breathing.

Right now, it feels like I could be done with this living thing and be completely okay with it.

I have nothing left, I have nobody in my corner, and my heart has been broken into a thousand tiny pieces.

There is simply nowhere to go from here.

“You gotta let me explain,” Wolfe murmurs low as he places me down on the couch, ordering someone to bring a first-aid kit.

“Go to hell,” I whisper, turning my head away, staring at the pale-yellow sofa and feeling my soul slowly slip from my body.

He doesn’t say anything else.

What is the point?

He knows that nothing he can say will ever make up for what he’s done.

“Here, Pres.”

Kael’s voice fills my ears, but I don’t bother turning.

“Get me warm water, salt, and somethin’ for the pain,” Wolfe orders.

“On it.”

He begins cleaning my knees, and even though they’re throbbing from the impact, I don’t even flinch as he drags the alcohol cleanser over my exposed flesh. I close my eyes, and the tears continue to fall. Everything that has happened today has only solidified the fact that I should never have come back here. I wanted to heal, to find answers, and instead all I have done is damage myself so deeply, I’m afraid there is no coming back.

My therapist would have a field day with this information.

“I didn’t do it to hurt you.”

Wolfe’s voice is a low growl.

“I don’t fucking care,” I croak. “I hate you.”

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Staring into the darkness, my soul feels utterly empty.

I need to get out of here, but my mind is such a mess. I fear the mistakes that will be made if I rush out of here.

“Want some?”

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