“You’ll get it.”
“Without it costing me my life?”
Cullen leans down and kisses me.
He doesn’t give me an answer.
He tells me to get dressed and he leaves the bedroom.
I manage to stand up and I take the towel off my body.
I look down at myself.
My muscles are achy and tender, shaking,secretly wanting even more.
I somehow manage to get dressed.
This might sound weird, but fresh panties, pajamas bottoms, and a thick hoodie… it’s heaven right now.
Such heaven.
I pull my wet hair up and twist it into a messy bun and leave it at that.
I walk to the window and stand there for a moment.
Then I open the window and crouch down.
I look like a weirdo as I take a deep breath of the cold air.
I remind myself I’m safe now.
Not that I ever really wasn’t safe, right?
I really don’t think Seth would have hurt me.
He was trying to make a statement.
But why?
Maybe it has something to do with his family.
His family and the mafia?
That thought makes me uneasy. All it does is make me feel like more of a pawn than I already do.
I have power. I know I have power.
I have purpose.
There’s importance tied to my name.
But.
Everything else?
It’s a disaster.
Cullen is beautiful yet he won’t tell me the truth.