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He shook his head.
“Saxon,” Jeremiah snapped.“Say the words.”
With his chest heaving, he stared at Jeremiah, and little by little the manic look slowly faded.“This too shall pass.”
“Again,” Jeremiah ordered.
Saxon drew in a deep gulp of air, and his shoulders sagged.“This too shall pass.”
Little by little, the fury drained from his eyes, until they were clear once again.His body sagged as he seemed to age right before her eyes.Gone was the cold, terrifying man.The weight of those horrible memories settled on his shoulders like an anchor trying to drag him down into the dark depths of Hell.Compassion filled her because she knew exactly what that felt like.
After a few minutes, Saxon rose.“I ...I need to go.”
“If you’re going for therapy, watch your back.Nothing gets traced back to you.Understood?”
“I’ll be careful.”
With those words, he marched out of the dining room and a moment later the sound of the front door let them know he was gone.
Chapter Eleven
Evren made sure everythingwas up and running smoothly, double- and triple-checking all systems so there wouldn’t be any problems for Saxon.Not that he’d be a horrible security chief, but Sax had his own way of dealing with issues.Like the therapy he was no doubt hunting for now.His brother didn’t use conventional means to deal with his trauma.He needed blood and pain, and not necessarily his own.
In the back of Evren’s mind, his words replayed.Asking if he was positive this was the path he wanted to take.As always, Lowen lurked around the edges of his thoughts.Saying he was going to run with her had come out of nowhere.He certainly had no previous thoughts of doing that, but as he sat at the table listening to Jeremiah, he couldn’t let her leave and disappear.She brought out his protective instincts, and truth be known, it felt right.Like heshouldbe by her side.
As he made his way up to his penthouse, he made a mental rundown of stuff he’d need to pack.When he opened the door, he was hit with the most delicious scent—garlic, tomatoes, spices.His stomach rumbled in appreciation.
“Hi, honey, I’m home,” he said, smiling.He’d said the same thing the other night and he thought it was cute.
Lowen came out to greet him, a big smile on her mouth.“Dinner’s ready.Wanna wash up?”
He glanced at her mouth and had a strong urge to kiss her.Instead, he turned and headed toward his bathroom.“I’ll be right back.”
After he used the restroom and washed his hands, he slipped off his jacket and loosened his tie, tossing both on the bed.As he headed back toward the dining room, he heard humming and peeked around the corner to see Lowen dancing to her tune.A small smile graced her mouth.Her dark hair was in a high ponytail, showcasing the delicate line of her jaw.Although she still looked fragile, her hauntingly skeletal frame no longer hunched over in an effort to make herself appear smaller.
Pulling out his phone, he found “At Last” by Etta James and hit “play.”As the first bars came through the speaker, Lowen spun around.Evren placed the phone on the island and held his hand out to her.
