Page 51 of Bound by Wreckage
“It’s great. You did amazing work.”
“Thanks. It’s my pleasure. I appreciateyou letting me work on you. Can I take a picture of it?”
Apprehension sets in, but I push it to the side. “Sure, but just my leg.”
She snaps the shot with her phone then covers it in goo and wraps it up. She tosses a bottle of the goo to me. “You know the drill.”
A smile tips my lips. “Yeah.”
“I’m building up my portfolio and this is a perfect addition to it.”
Shrugging, I say, “Glad to help.”
“We helped each other. Is N someone special?”
My throat tightens. Special. There’s so much more to him than special. He’s the light to my dark. He’s… everything. “Something like that.” I hop down from the table. “Thanks again.”
Jade walks me out, and I hustle to the store which is on the way back to my place. Inside I grab the necessities andmake my way back to the hotel.
Opening the door, then locking it and setting the bags down on the small table, I freeze and look around the place frantically. Clothes are all over every surface. The bed is turned upside down, and stuffing is laying on the floor in several different piles. What food I had is tossed, and the television is smashed to pieces.
First, I slowly make myway to the bathroom, not hearing anything. Looking inside it’s empty of people but not things.
My body shakes, and breaths come in harder and harder. The bathtub is filled with dead monarch butterflies.
He’s found me.
He’s found me.
He’s found me.
Panic overrides me. I have to get gone. Now.
