Page 13 of Devotion: Isn't What It Seems (Love Isn't What It Seems 1)

I didn’t know how I found myself just mere feet away from him, staring at his face, everyone else in the room forgotten.

“Hunter?” My voice was a shaky whisper, and I reached out with my trembling fingers just inches from his face. I wanted to touch him but stopped, staring.

My brain was screaming at me. Something wasn’t right. I closed my eyes, trying to concentrate on the part I was missing. This didn’t make sense. I took a deep, shaky breath, the smell of this man, woodsy and piney, filling my lungs.

My hand fell to my side and I opened my eyes slowly, the man still in front of me with intense grey eyes on me.

“You smell different,” my voice was barely a whisper as I stared at him, my chest throbbing with ache.

“Wrong eyes,” I muttered to myself. My chest hurt so bad I laid my hand on it hoping to relieve the pain.

As if I was drowning in my own dark despair, I closed my eyes hoping for an escape from this painful scene.

“Are you alright?” His deep, sensuous voice reached my ears, pulling me back to light.

“Wrong voice,” I muttered with my eyes closed.

“Eve,” this time it was Colin’s voice that reached from behind me.

Silence stretched and I wanted to numb myself again. I just didn’t know how to do it right now. It was like the floodgates opened, and all the months of anguish I ignored came back tenfold.

“What can I do to help?” Colin asked in a soft and concerning voice.

Bring them back to me,the thought ripped through me and I ran the risk of a breakdown.

I bit my lip hard, trying to concentrate on that pain rather than the one ripping me apart from the inside. Ignoring the taste of blood on my tongue, I slowly opened my eyes.

The same man was still in front of me. An expensive suit covered his muscular body, which appeared to be rock solid. I glanced back at his face. His features were strong. Impressive. He had dark hair and intense grey eyes, hooded like he was in the middle of ecstasy. His jaw was strong, and his lips were sensual, if that was such a thing on a man. He smiled gently, stretching those lips to reveal a perfect set of teeth.

I shook my head. The more I stared at him, the less I saw resemblance. But resemblance was definitely there.

“Are you alright?” he repeated the question.

No,I thought to myself. I could barely breathe.

“Yes.” My voice sounded raspy, shaky.

“Please take a seat,” he said, motioning with his hand.

His hands look strong.I thought for no good reason.Bigger and stronger than Hunter’s.

He pulled the seat out for me, and I felt like my legs were going to fail me before I managed to sit down.

“Thank you,” I muttered and glanced up into those eyes, as if to ensure they were still different.

I didn’t notice Colin grabbing a glass of water for me. I didn’t notice anyone, just a stranger in front of me.

“Take a drink,” Colin urged me, handing me the glass. “It will help.”

As if that could fix me. I reached for it with my shaking fingers and had to use two hands to keep it from spilling. My eyes never left the man who reminded me so much of my husband. He watched me too, and I noticed the moment he saw scars on my wrist as I reached for the glass of water from Colin.

I took a sip of water; although, I knew for a fact, it wouldn’t help to make me better. They always offered water to make you feel better, and I never understood why.

“That will be all,” the man that caused my current state announced. “I’ll communicate my decision later today.”

Everybody behind me cleared the room with the exception of Colin. I placed a glass of water on the table, careful not to spill.

I glanced again at the man whose features reminded me so much of my late husband. He still stared at me intently as if studying my state of mind. Maybe he came to the conclusion I was mad. There were times I thought my sanity was gone too. Although over the last two months, I thought I was on my way back to some sort of normalcy.

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