Page 149 of Depths of Destruction
Blaise and I go into the other room, and I fill him in on what's happened.
Naomi turns on the music and sings. She's cooking eggs, and I watch her shake her ass.
Please tell me this means you're coming back, baby.
It's the first sign of life from her since Santiago and his men tortured her.
In a low voice, I explain in detail what Naomi went through.
He peeks at Naomi and swallows hard. "Did you kill that bastard?"
Revenge swirls in my veins along with self-hatred that I haven't finished him off yet. "No. I had to turn my tracker on and have Interpol rescue us."
"Then how are you here?"
I finish telling him everything else.
Blaise focuses on Naomi and almost absentmindedly says, "You can't rush her. She needs more time."
If anyone understands what Naomi is going through, it's Blaise. And I loathe that he's right.
Just because she's making breakfast doesn't mean she's recovered.
Her body hasn't even fully healed yet.
I turn back to Blaise. "So, where were you last?"
"Can't say."
Blaise is a highly trained sniper in the Marines, just like my brother Javier and I were. His missions are mostly top secret, and only the highest-ranking officers know about them.
"So, you're really done?" I ask again, not sure if I should believe him or not.
His face darkens. "Yep. And I can't say I won't be sad. I’m done with taking orders from the current President."
"I agree he's an ass, but did something happen?"
"Nothing I can speak of, but if he thinks Naomi can help his agenda, he's not going to forget about her."
My stomach twists. It's a truth I already know, but hearing Blaise say it deepens the worry.
Naomi comes over and puts her arms over my shoulders. I lean my head back and she kisses me. "Breakfast is served."
She's so happy right now.
I need to keep her happy.
"Don't have to tell me twice," Blaise says and hightails it to the table.
"Smells good." I agree.
She kisses me again and we join Blaise.
He sticks a piece of bacon in his mouth. "Mmm." He finishes chewing. "You can make me food anytime, Naomi."
"I take it you haven't had a good meal in a while?"
"Nope. It's been about three months." He dips his bread in his egg yolk and takes a bite.
