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“Where are you going?” she asks.
He meets my gaze, and his hardens. I know exactly where he is going.
“I’ll be back before you wake,” he replies, turning his attention back to her. “It’s just some business.”
“Cult business?” She raises her eyebrow in question.
I snicker. “Not a cult, and no. It’s personal,” I murmur, drawing her attention back to me. “Let me dry you and settle you in bed, okay?”
She nods, but she’s no fool. She knows I’m distracting her.
But she is exhausted, so she lets me.
ChapterThirty-Three
Bailey
My groan wakes me,followed quickly by the pain in my back. I’ve rolled over in my sleep. I quickly turn back onto my side and open my eyes, feeling the silk sheets and pillowcase against my skin. I blink a couple of times in the dim light and remember where I am and everything that happened. It appears that I’m alone, and I panic. Owen and Finn were here when I fell asleep after Owen had brushed out my hair, applied lotion to my skin and got me dressed in a long red tee that doubles as pjs.
“Finn?” I murmur. “Owen?”
“Here,” Finn’s quiet, calm voice says from behind me.
I turn over and see him staring out of the floor-length windows, taking in the sights of the darkened city.
“Do you need something?” he asks, not looking at me.
I chew my lip. “I’m scared.”
“You have no need to be afraid, Bailey. We are here.”
“Where is Owen?” I might have a better chance with him crawling into bed with me to hold me. I’m frozen, even though the bed and apartment are warm. My soul is icy after everything that transpired earlier.
“He’s downstairs.”
I wait, but there is no mention of going to get him, so I don’t bother asking. I’m too exhausted.
A few more moments pass in a silence that I feel is growing awkward. I don’t like that. I don’t want it to be awkward. It makes me worried that I’ve done something wrong.
“Are you okay?” I ask and bite my lip for sounding like an idiot.
He turns his head, a puzzled expression on his face. “I’m fine.”
Turning back to face the window, I squeeze my hands into fists. “Have I done something wrong?” I blurt out.
“No, Alice. You are perfect. Go back to sleep. I will be here watching over you.”
“Don’t you want some sleep?”
“I don’t sleep.”
“What? At all?” I ask lamely.
“Rarely. My brain doesn’t seem to require it often.”
“Will you lie with me and rest?”
Man, I sound like a desperate whore here. Who begs for male attention more than me right now?
