Page 64 of Bound by Wreckage
He smiles wide. “Fuck yes youdid.”
I shake my head. He doesn’t get it. “No, Nox. I took someone’s life.”
Nox’s face goes soft for a moment as his hand comes up to cup my face. “Yeah, gorgeous. You did. It was either them or you, and I’m damn happy it’s you I’m starin’ at instead of those ugly fuckers.”
Whatever is around my heart starts to spiral out. He’s right. I defended myself, but what will the copssay? “Cops?”
“No cops.” The rumble of motorcycles has me turning my head to see who’s coming, and I reach for the gun in the van holding it. Nox places his hand over top of the gun, his warmth like air to breathe. “These are the good guys.” With a nod, I lower it but keep it close.
Nox stays by my side as the others go and talk to the newcomers.
“Now what?” I mumble, stillkeeping my eyes on all of them. Fear does strange things, but all I can do is roll with it. Protect myself. That’s what I have to do.
Nox pulls me into his warm body, and I suck him in. It has been so long since I was here in this place that I feel a bit of the tension fall out of me. The effects of the drugs are long gone, I just hope there isn’t any residual effects later on.
He pulls back and holds both sides of my face. I love it when he does that. Makes me feel special and warms my soul. “Now, I take you home.” He kisses my lips softly, then pulls me to his bike.
As I hold on to Nox, I feel exactly that. Home.
