Page 48 of Kings Fear No One
Not to you.
Not after… everything…
Teysha sniffles in the doorway. One second she’s there, the next second she’s gone. I come up from the sink after rinsing any residual blood out of my mouth.
Nobody’s in the doorway. It’s empty.
She passes in the hall a second later clutching what looks like an armful of belongings and her duffle bag.
I sigh and go check what fit she’s throwing now. I find her in the living room slipping on her pair of sandals and fumbling with the things she’s clinging onto. My head slants to the side.
“Going somewhere?”
“Yes,” she answers tightly. “Anywhere else but here.”
“Teysha—”
“You hate me,” she cuts in. “You can’t stand being around me. So I’ll go.”
“It’s one in the fucking morning.”
“I don’t care.”
“You’ve got nowhere else to go.”
“I’ll find somewhere. The… the bus terminal must be open. And if it isn’t…” she pauses to shudder out another upset breath. “I’ll wait outside for it to open.”
I slam my hand against the front door when she walks over and twists on the knob to pull it open. She tips her head back for a look up at me. Her eyes, so big and expressive, shine with tears. Her whole face wears the emotion she’s feeling, from the tremble of her jaw to the way her brows are drawn close.
If it’s at all possible, she’s pretty when she cries. Something I notice in the brief second our gazes lock.
Then I notice what she has on.
The little flowery blue dress that fits her figure perfectly. She’s never worn it before because it’s new… and she couldn’t look more beautiful.
So damn beautiful it’s unreal she’s standing before me. That technically she’s my wife. Somewhere out there, a man better than myself deserves her.
Yet here she is trying to impress me.
I stand back from the door. “Did you just buy that?”
“Dinner is… dinner’s on the stove. Good night, Logan.”
Teysha wraps her hand on the doorknob a second time to draw it open. I’m quicker, scooping her hand up in mine. I lead her away from the door, unsure if I’m more irritated by her presence or her attempt at leaving.
It doesn’t make any sense how I wish I had the place to myself, yet I don’t want her gone.
Not yet.
“Put your things down,” I say. “You’re not going anywhere.”
“I’m not staying where I’m not welcome.”
My teeth clench together. “Nobody said you’re not welcome.”
“You didn’t need to. Your body language speaks volumes.”
“Look,” I sigh, scrubbing a hand over my face. “It’s been a long day.”
