Page 92 of Bossy Wicked Prince
“Sleep well, Kitten,” I murmur, kissing her lightly on the forehead.
But as I turn to leave, her hand snakes out and she catches me by the wrist. Her expression is strained as she stares at a spot on the floor, her lips tight like she’s holding back something she wants to say.
Does she want me to stay?
“Kitten?”
She lets me go and shivers, ducking her head as she pulls the blanket up to her chin.
“Goodnight, Nate,” she murmurs and my hands clench as she turns away from me in the bed, curling herself in a ball so small and fragile looking that I want to break Harry’s nose a second time. And then a third for good measure.
I leave the door open a crack as I go, and sink down against the wall outside her door, wanting to be here just in case she needs me.
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NATE
Luke
Any idea why there are police cars in front of the building?
Ryan
Wasn’t me.
Beau
For once.
Iglance up at the officer in front of me. He’s talking to his sergeant, double checking a few things.
I called the police this morning, pulling the strings I needed to make sure I didn’t have to go down to the station or force Cat to testify. I’d rather not force her to relive her attack.
Nate
I called them. Someone attacked Cat last night. Luckily, I got to her in time.
Beau
WHAT THE FUCK???
Ryan
Is she okay??
Luke
She must be okay. If she wasn’t, Nate would’ve torn the building down already with his bare hands.
James doesn’t answer because he’s standing right behind me. I asked him if I could give my statement in his apartment so I wouldn’t wake Cat up. He was a quiet support behind me while I told the officer about Harry’s attack the night before.
Before I can text the guys an update, the officer hangs up and turns back to me.
“I talked to my team,” he says. “They’re going to request footage from the Allan Gardens conservatory cameras to verify your story. If we decide to press charges, we’ll need to speak with Miss Daniels and get her testimony.”
“Sure,” I reply.
Of course, it’ll be up to Cat if she wants to go after Harry in court. If she wants to see him in jail, I’ll bribe and influence whoever the fuck I have to in order to make that happen. What’s another broken rule to make sure she’s safe? I’ll break them all if it means I never have to see her face like that, scared and teary, ever again.
