Page 58 of Where We Ended
He pressed a kiss to the side of my head. “Why does it bother her?”
“Because I force her to catch them with me…guess I don’t like doing it alone after growing up with a partner.”
He hummed and held me while the day began unfolding outside with vibrant colors of blue and gold. Silas must have opened my shades this morning because the natural light in my room was generous.
“You opened my shades this morning?” My hands came up around his neck.
Silas froze, and in the stiffness of his back and rushed breath that hit my neck, I knew.
I knew he hadn’t opened them.
I knew someone had been in my room.
More than anything, I knew Silas would be leaving me again.
We disconnected abruptly, Silas lightly shoving me behind him. His phone was out, dialing someone. Killian and Wes were off locating Rachel, so I wasn’t sure who he was reaching out to.
“Get me Garrison,” was all he muttered into his phone while walking toward the window that sat over my bed. He pocketed his phone and I stood there feeling foolish for momentarily forgetting that he had an entire club that he was still president of.
I followed closely behind Silas until my knees hit my bed, and I could see through the glass. I wouldn’t have noticed it at first, but there, stuck to the pane was a white piece of paper taped with a clear piece of tape.
Silas peeled it off and inspected it, his face growing pale as he did.
“What? What is it?” My hope was that Pen had managed to come in here and left me something sarcastic.
But he turned, face grim, and when he finally looked at me, it was with that same look of despair he had that night we were in Wes and Callie’s house. The night he’d shown up, scared for my safety. He’d called me down and I ran to him; it was the first time in two years that he’d called for me. I was in his arms, and I felt his tremors, his fear soaking into every fiber of my being. It was after Fable nailed a picture of me to his door…a door I had no knowledge of. Apparently Silas had a home somewhere, not even I knew of.
I stepped forward and plucked the note from his hand before he could deter me.
The note was written in black pen, and the words were simple but managed to erode my confidence in this thin veil of safety I assumed I had here in the club.
You took my sons’ hearts.
One lost his hand.
The other seems to have lost his mind.
You owe me a legacy…
I haven’t decided if I just want to end you by carving out your heart or fuck you and fill your womb with another heir.
Either way, you’re mine.
See you soon, daughter.
I dropped the note and took a step back; my lungs felt tight, and I couldn’t seem to get in enough air.
“Natty.” Silas stepped forward, but I withdrew.
How did I get air?
Silas was speaking again, but I couldn’t hear him.
“He was in my room.” I was on the floor, my knees up and leaning against something hard. Arms came around me, holding me tight. Lips pressed into my hair.
“I will find him.” Silas rocked me, but all I could see was that note, and Fable’s eyes when he struck that table with the knife back when he’d taken me and began demanding answers about my name. Of course he had known the whole time. He wanted me to confirm it, and then use it against me.
Silas was still speaking, something soothing, but his words didn’t penetrate the panic clawing through my chest cavity. It was so intense, and it burned.