Page 133 of Never Fall for an Angel

“Eager to get rid of me, I see? After so much time apart?”

“When my wife’s waiting for me in bed? Fuck, yeah, I am.”

He follows me toward the door, chuckling, only before I open it, he places his hand on my shoulder to stop me.

“We’re going to put an end to this, Christian.”

We’ve been saying that for years.

“Guess we’ll see.”

Just as we step outside, into the night, thunder rumbles overhead and like God himself is pissing on us, an all-out torrential downpour starts.

I can’t help but chuckle.

Fuck, Levi.

“Goddamnit,” he growls under his breath.

“What’s the matter?” I smirk, clapping him on the shoulder. “A little water never hurt anyone.”

He just shakes his head, trudging out into the night.

“Fuck you.”

MILA

I’m pacing the living room when I hear a thud from upstairs in the lighthouse.

I pause, listening for any sounds from the lighthouse, but none come.

This is bad.

Thisfeelsreally bad.

Phantom whimpers, licking my hand.

“I know, buddy.” He’s grown just as attached to our little piece of solitude as I have.

While I wait for Christian to return, I busy myself with putting my clothes away alongside his in the dresser drawers upstairs. I also try not to pay attention to how . . . domestic we’ve become over the course of the last month.

Today was the most fun I’ve had in years. From the fair to the clothes, to the mind-numbing orgasm that left me walking around on shaky legs for the next half hour, I’ve never felt so . . . normal.

No one knew who I was. No one asked about my stepfather or the rest of my family. No one knew of the things I’d seen.

Things with Christian are turning out to be comfortable—even if heisstill planning on using me for revenge.

I find myself wondering if his brother has anything to do with it. Why else would Christian hold a gun to his head?

“Oh my God, what if he murdered him and tossed his body in the ocean?” I whisper to Phantom, who cocks his head to the side, staring up at me with his big brown eyes. “You’re right,” I concede, continuing my pacing. “I doubt anyone’s throwing Christian anywhere.”

What if he’s hurt? What if his brother brought more people, and we just didn’t see them? What if they’re here to kill us both, and I’m sitting down here warm in the cottage like a sitting duck while Christian’s bleeding out, in need of my help, upstairs?

“Fuck,” I curse under my breath, running my hands through my hair. “What do I do, Phantom?”

He just cocks his head, staring at me intently.

“You’re no help.”

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