Page 51 of Corpse Roads

“Yes, many,” I choke out. “Too many.”

“I’m so sorry, Goldilocks.”

Leighton’s scarred hand reaches out and takes mine. His skin is rough, calloused, contrasting with his endearing exterior. I’d love to know how he got his scars, and what anguish lies beyond his facade.

“But you know, you’re free now,” he adds.

“To do what?”

Leighton’s sparkling smile isn’t cocky or full of his usual swaggering confidence. It’s simple, sweet. Like he’s genuinely interested in helping me rebuild from the ruins of my life.

“Whatever you want. I can help you.”

“For what possible reason?” Tears sear the backs of my eyes. “You don’t know me. Hunter made it clear; I’m just another job.”

“That isn’t true.”

“Yeah, it is. Once it’s over, I’ll be gone.”

“What makes you think that?” Leighton snaps, his voice turning dark and dangerous.

It takes a moment for me to find the right words. I’m enraptured by the anger twisting in his irises, rising to the surface. The truth slips free.

“Because people don’t like to look at broken things. Look at me, Leigh. Take a long, hard look. Nobody wants this weak, stupid person around forever.”

His hand is still in mine, tightening like a noose. I don’t pull away. His gaze is cutting into me, sharp and painful, burning with defiance.

“I’m looking, Harlow. I see you.”

Warmth cradles my heart, beginning to thaw the icy edges. He sees me. Somebody actually sees me.

“You do?” I whisper back.

Leighton’s lips twist in a tiny smile. “I do.”

Giving my fingers one last squeeze, he releases my hand and looks back at the screen, his throat working up and down. What is he feeling? Thinking? Does he feel the same way I do? I can’t decipher the emotion on his face.

I stare at him for a moment, contemplating. My fingertips still tingle from where they were wrapped around his, mourning the loss of touch. I decide to take a leap into the unknown.

“Leighton?”

“Yeah?” He spares me a hopeful glance.

Licking my dry lips, I try to find a smile just for him.

“Thank you for being here.”

He reciprocates without a beat of hesitation, his smile far brighter and happier than mine. I’m dazzled by it, caught in the sun’s devastating rays of pure light.

“Anytime, Goldilocks. I’ll always be here.”

CHAPTER 11

HARLOW

WITHOUT YOU - PLTS

After more resting, recuperating and learning all about Gotham’s eccentric conveyor belt of villains, Leighton is snoring his head off next to me. There’s popcorn stuck to his face while three-day stubble is smattered across the strong line of his jaw.

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