Page 72 of Cyber Revenge

“Killstreak…” I cup her face gently, tilting her chin so I can see her eyes.

Her lashes flutter. Her lips part, her breath shaky.

Green. Wide. Glazed over with exhaustion, but she’sthere.

My girl.

Her gaze locks on mine, and for a heartbeat, the world stands still. Her lips tremble, but when she speaks, her voice is a fragile whisper.

“You stopped him. You saved me…” She says almost deliriously. She’s beyond exhausted. Her body is reeling from being in fight or flight mode for so long.

I swallow hard, my jaw tightening as I brush my thumb over her cheek.

“He’ll never touch you again.”

A shudder runs through her, but her expression doesn’t change. Her eyes search mine, looking for something– anything– but her body stays soft against me.

“Okay,” she whispers, the word barely audible.

I lean in, pressing my forehead against hers, inhaling deeply as I try to steady myself. Her scent is still there, beneath the blood and fear.

“You’re safe now.” My voice is rough, but I need her to believe it.

Her hand lifts weakly, her fingers brushing over my jaw. “You always… keep me safe.” Her words are soft, barely a breath, but they hit me like a punch to the gut.

I’ll never stop.

I kiss her forehead, then her cheek, her lips, soft and slow, tasting her, grounding myself in the feel of her.

“I’m not going anywhere.”

Her fingers curl tighter into my shirt, her body pressing closer. “Don’t let go.”

Like I fucking could.

The drive is quiet.

Lydia’s head rests against the window, her eyes closed, but I know she isn’t asleep. Her breathing is too shallow, her body too tense.

She’s replaying everything. Reliving it.

I clench the steering wheel tighter, my knuckles turning white as the rage simmers beneath the surface.

I’ll fix this.

I’ll make it right.

When we pull into the driveway, Lydia stirs, her lashes fluttering as she blinks herself back to the present. Her gaze drifts to the familiar surroundings, but I see the flicker of hesitation in her eyes.

“Home,” she murmurs, her voice barely above a whisper.

My chest tightens.

Home.

She says it like it’s a question.

I kill the engine and turn toward her, my fingers brushing gently over her thigh.

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