Page 245 of Chaos Kills

She’s safe.

She’s alive.

She’s everything.

She has a soul that hasn’t been so tainted and battered that she still argues which reveals she has fight in her.

Even after Torin.

I steadily close the door behind me, careful not to wake her sisters, and I’m plan to stay here.

And I’m never allowing her to leave my sight again.

“Who’s blood is that?”

Torin’s.

I hadn’t realized I had any on me, but that was the least of my concerns at the time. I drove over here like a maniac to see her.

I had to see her.

Her phone buzzes along her mattress, and she lowers the gun to pick it up and glance down at the screen.

“Levi said to stop driving around like a psychopath.”

Whatever.

But speaking of him, he doesn’t know.

He couldn’t.

If he had, Torin would have a target at the back of his head or be dead already.

“What happened?”

My eyebrows knit, even though I know. Even though I caused Torin’s pain, I want him to endure more.

She kicks her legs over the side of the mattress, causing me to take a step back. If she notices, she doesn’t say anything.

But she lowers herself to the floor and discards the shotgun to her side.

I want to ask the questions about the incident and how Torin lured her, but I’m slightly disturbed by what the answers may be.

Trust, while it’s a hard thing to come by, is the most complex and vulnerable thing in the world.

And he destroyed it.

“Ozzy,” she mutters ever-so-softly, coaxing me to do one or the other. I either sit or tell her whose blood is soaked into my shirt.

Bay raises her arm then, pointing at the wall with her index finger. She wants to touch me again, and I don’t understand why.

I don’t enjoy it.

I don’t appreciate the way my body warms and flinches away nor the mindset my brain goes in.

What if I were normal? Would I be like Torin and Reeve with her?

“Trust,” she deadpans, not dropping her arm and keeping that bullheadedness about her.

---