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“No, Mommy.” She says again, shaking her head.
“What’s his name, Lily?” I grin.
“Drago the Dragon,” she says proudly.
“Oh wow, that’s a good name.”
She rolls her eyes at me. I’ve been reading the books to her for a week now, I should know his name. She’s getting toosmart, this little cupcake. She’s growing up so much faster than I’m ready for.
Chapter 13 - Luka
Rose could’ve blasted me with her anger. She could have lectured me all the way home. She could have shouted and gotten it all off her chest. But she didn’t. She didn’t say a single word.
Somehow, her silence is worse. It is harder to carry.
My body is still on fire after what happened in the safe room earlier. Images keep flashing through my mind. And those sweet, hot sounds she makes. Little moans and gasps that push me towards insanity. Dammit, she’s so beautiful. Her scent is enticing, alluring and intoxicating. I want her more than I’ve ever wanted her before.
Being able to touch her like that brought back so many memories. The night we lay beneath the sheets with them pulled up over our heads, a glowing white, soft light filtering through them as we spoke about how much we loved each other.
I remember it so clearly.
And it hurts.
It hurts that I threw that away, and I might never get it back.
Intense regret slams into me.
In a burst of uncontrolled emotion, I punch the dashboard.
Pain shoots up my arm, and I swear under my breath.
“Dammit. That was stupid,” I mutter.
It’s not like me to lash out in anger. I’m usually controlled and calm, even when facing difficult things.
Rose sets me on fire somehow. In good ways and bad ways.
She pushes me in ways I don’t fully understand.
I’m scared of losing her, even though I don’t have her.
Flexing my fingers, I check to see if I've done any serious damage. Apart from a few scraped knuckles, I’m fine. A few scrapes and a deep ache in my chest.
The house is quiet when I go inside. She’s nowhere to be seen.
Mila is busy gathering her belongings. She notices my expression and says, “I think she took Lily for a nap.”
“Thanks,” I mutter. “Thanks for coming over today.”
“Lily is an angel. She’s so sweet. I’m happy to look after her any time.”
I let Mila out, and when I’m alone again, I flop onto the sofa, wondering how I can make any of this right.
Rose doesn’t come down for dinner, but I have the chef take two plates of shepherd’s pie up to her room. It’s Lily’s favorite food at the moment. That and macaroni cheese. Rose would have snuck down quietly at some point to get the dinner herself, but I want to do whatever I can to let her know I’m sorry, until she’s ready to talk to me.
Over the next few days, though, it becomes more apparent just how upset she is.
Her walls are higher than ever. Her silence is deafening.
