Page 148 of Never Fall for an Angel

We’ve got a lot of shit to discuss but no time to do it in, and I fucking hate leaving her when she’s looking at me like that. That haunted look in her eyes.

“I know this is fast, but I have to go.”

She nods once, hugging her arms around herself.

“When will you be back.”

“As soon as I can,” I murmur, voice rough.

Fuck, I’ve never been good at goodbyes.

“When I get back, we’ll talk. About everything,” I murmur, giving her a look. She’s still got secrets she’s keeping from me about that night, and it’s time we got it all out in the open.

I can see by the look in her eyes that I’m losing her.

My mind starts to race, coming up with pisspoor ways I can undo the damage I caused when she found those papers, but I know it would only drive her away for good.

I’ll let her take the time while I’m away to think about it. Figure out her feelings.

And when I come home, I’ll be better for her. I’ll be what she deserves if it fucking kills me.

“Be safe,” she whispers, so quiet, I almost think I imagined it.

But then those moonlight eyes lock with mine, and something warm and new and so fucking severe it steals my breath away and slides through my veins.

I love this fucking girl.

I think I always have.

Slowly, I step up in front of her, keeping my hands to myself, and press a single kiss to her forehead, committing her scent to memory.

I know she’s crying because a shiver rolls through her, followed by a soft sniffle. I can’t look at her, though. If I do, I won’t take care of what I need to.

“I’ll see you when I get home.”

It’s not until Levi and I are in the car that he lights the end of a cigarette and hands me another.

“Don’t look back,” he murmurs around the cigarette, putting the car in drive, and I don’t because, for once, my little brother’s right.

“Just fucking drive,” I grit under my breath.

And then he drives us away from the only home I’ve ever known, resting in the heart of the girl with the moonlight eyes . . . with no knowledge of if we’ll ever return.

MILA

LA, November, 2 Years Ago

Where are we going?”

Christian looks across the car at me, a smirk lighting his handsome face.

“Wherever you want, but first, we have to make a pit stop.”

“For what?”

“You have to meet with your mother’s lawyer to get the paperwork narrowed out for your inheritance.”

I groan under my breath, leaning back in the seat.

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