Page 143 of Stolen Fate
I knew that. But Jace was also a foot taller than me, and he was angry. And he didn’t look like the same man who had held me in his bed the night before, who had said he wanted to spend the rest of his life worshiping my body. He looked like a man who hated me, and I didn’t know what to do.
He took in a deep breath, as if trying to calm himself, and when he exhaled, it came out shaky so I knew it was working. His eyes turned lifeless and emotionless then, and I wondered which look I hated more, the angry one or the dead one.
“I don’t need another nanny who will just neglect my son,” he said cruelly. His words were designed to hurt me, and how accurately he hit his mark.
I flinched as if he had struck me on the face, and right now, I probably would have preferred it over those words.
“Do you really think I’m like that person? The one who left Elliot alone for hours?” I asked quietly.
I wiped away the tears and looked away from him. I didn’t wait for a response. I ran out of there as quickly as I could and headed back to my room. Or at least, my room for the next… however long it would take me to pack up my shit and leave. I would have to tell Emilia, and she would have to go back here to grab her stuff alone, because there was no way in hell I was going back here.
I didn’t think I could ever see Jace again.
I pulled my suitcase out from under my bed and unzipped it, laying it on top of the bed and moving quickly to my dresser for my clothes. I took my jeans out first and threw them in. I didn’t care to be neat or organized, I just wanted to leave, and Jace would just have to find a new nanny for Elliot—
I stopped what I was doing.
I was leaving Elliot.
And Jace.
I didn’t want to leave either of them. I wanted to go back to this morning, when Jace had looked at me with a smile on his face, or back to last night, when he had looked at me while he moved inside of me. When he had looked at me like he loved me, and for a brief moment in time, I had thought everything was going to be okay.
I wiped away the tears, but they were coming out quicker than I could wipe them, and I was battling with indecision.
But even if I decided to stay, to fight for Jace and Elliot, would Jace want me to stay? I knew his words were spoken in anger, but it still hurt to hear that from him, and a part of me wondered if that was really how he felt.
I didn’t know how long I stood there in the middle of my room, staring at the blank wall adjacent to the bed, but it must have been a while, because I had stopped crying when the knock came at the open door.
