Page 272 of Dirty Princess
Some decisions are really hard to make and come with consequences…
“Take me toMakson Ridge,” I whisper.
“Figured that,” Maz says. “I’ll drop you off and head back to the dorm. I’ll make sure Birdie is okay.”
I nod. “Thank you for that. At the very least I need to know she’ll get through this.”
“Don’t put that pressure on yourself. Or her.”
“Then where do I put the pressure, Maz?”
“You just don’t,” she says. “I’ll stop talking now.”
Maz takes me right to the house.
I climb out of her SUV with nothing more than a quick glare.
She has to understand all I’m feeling right now.
And right now I just want to feel safe and protected.
I want to be in the arms of Cullen.
I rush to the door and open it.
No need to knock.
I’m a fucking Heir. This is my house too.
I shut the door behind me and look to my left.
I see Ronan and Laz.
They look somber.
“Can I get you anything, Jaci?” Laz asks.
“Where’s Cullen?” I ask.
“Sitting in your room,” Ronan says.
I dart for the stairs.
I take them two at a time.
When I throw the bedroom door open, there’s Cullen.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, holding a guitar.
His thumb gently running along the strings, hitting the open notes.
“You’re back,” he whispers.
“You knew I’d be back,” I say.
Cullen nods.
“You knew what was going on,” I say. “You wanted me to stay here. To let it all play out.”
