Page 7 of Saviour

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” she says and goes to head back inside.

“Tomorrow?” I question, stepping around the man.

Sophie turns to look at me.

“Yes, tomorrow. You want a job? It’s yours.” She turns on her heel and disappearing back inside. My jaw drops and I stare at the closed door, wondering how after all of this she’s offering me a job.

My mouth opens and closes like a fish as I try to make sense of everything that’s happened.

A job? But I never stay in any place longer than one night. Am I far enough away to stay? Could I really make a life here or am I asking for trouble by staying in one place, making it way too easy forthem?

I’ve been running for two years… Maybe this is it. Maybe I can finally start living.

“Are you okay?” I hear the voice break through my thoughts and I look at the blond man still standing close to me.

I’m quiet whilst I try to get my head around everything that’s happened tonight. I look back at the body on the ground and wonder how this man could kill so easily.

“I have no excuse other than I couldn’t stand the way he touched you.”

My eyes find his and I remain impassive, still completely unsure of what to say.

“You’ll get arrested,” I squeak, thinking of the only logical thing I can.

He lets out a soft chuckle and I furrow my brows at how casual he is after killing a man. Actually, Sophie was beyond casual too. Is murder a common occurrence here? Maybe making a life here isn’t such a good idea.

“Don’t worry about me,” he says after a moment and brings his hand up to my face. I flinch and he pauses his hand, centimetres away, but when I stay where I am, he continues, and his thumb brushes over my cheek, wiping some of the blood away.

Now that I'm closer, I can see the depths of his eyes, a magnificent golden brown, like the sun shining through a glass of whiskey, and I feel the heat of his gaze instantly.

“Come with me?” he questions and I really think it over.

I have no idea who this man is, but so far he’s done nothing but protect me and at least Sophie knows I’m with him. He’s also the reason Sophie gave me the job. Besides, what do I really have to lose?

“Where?”

He smiles, his whole face lighting up. His smile is beautiful and so infectious. I almost mirror it back.

He leans in close and winks.

“Fucking anywhere. Who cares?”

Giving in, I let the smallest smile grace my lips.

His hand reaches out and he locks his fingers with mine, and it feels normal, as if we’ve been holding hands for years.

“I’m Dax,” he says, squeezing my hand with his introduction.

I look at the tall, blond man with the golden brown eyes and squeeze his hand back.

“Aurora.”

Aurora.

I say her name in my mind over and over. After following her around all day, it feels blissful to finally know what to call her. And then I decide that her name is not enough for me and I want to know everything about her. What makes her smile, what makes her mad, all of her secrets and fantasies. I want to know it all.

“Let’s get you cleaned up, Aurora,” I say and find myself smiling at how her name sounds coming out of my lips.

With her hand in mine, we walk up the dark alley, but before reaching the main street, she halts and I feel the pull of her hand.

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