Page 26 of The Deception You Weave
He stares at me with his brow raised.
"Okay, fine," I conceded and allow him to assist me from the car.
I groan half in pain, half in relief the second I fall onto my bed. I feel like I could sleep for a year after today.
"I'll bring you up some dinner and your meds."
"It's fine," I argue. "I'll just lay here for a bit then I'll come down."
His lips part to argue but he decides against it and backs out of the room.
The second he's gone, I close my eyes and let the pain wash through me, letting it ground me.
The sight of her walking away from me earlier with them on either side of her plays on repeat in my mind.
I should have fought harder but the truth of it was, I didn't have the strength.
It took everything I had to go up against her, and I was crashing faster than I could control.
I hate that it made me look weak. I hate that they saw exactly how I was feeling when she got the final word and walked away from me.
I really wanted to believe the words I spat at her, that we were done, but fuck if they're true. We're not done. Not even close. And like fuck am I going to allow Victor to get his hands on her.
The only person who is getting their hands on Scarlett Hunter is me.
Just maybe not today… or even tomorrow.
* * *
I come around to the feeling of soft fingertips running down my cheek.
Letty.
My eyes fly open and I have to blink a few times to get my head to catch up with what I'm actually seeing.
"What the—"
"I heard you needed a nurse."
My entire body locks up as her fingers run down my neck and over my shirt-covered chest.
"I'm fine, thanks."
"Oh come on, sweetie," she purrs in her annoying high-pitched voice. "You know I can make you feel so much better."
"You shouldn't be here, Alana."
Her cool hand cups my cheek as she stares into my eyes. "Aw, do you need more meds?"
"No, I need—"
"Food? I can go and make you something."
"No, I need to be alone. You should go."
Looking away from her, I focus my attention on the wall instead.
"But—"
