Page 110 of Run For Me
So quickly I can’t believe it.
He grabs her by the arms and shoves her over the railing. Her scream is so loud I hear it even from here. I jerk forward, as if I could reach out and save her. I couldn’t. I’m too far away, but my body responds just the same.
Now I’m frozen still, my gaze glued to him as he looks over the railing. My hands shake.
Jaxon turns back and walks confidently toward the car. My gaze goes to the key resting in the console. I should lock the door. I should leave. The keys are right there; I could take off and leave him here.
But he’ll find me. He knows where I live. He knows everything about me. This man is obsessed with me. He told me I’m his forever. And he just killed someone. He will find me. Jaxon will always find me. What have I gotten myself into?
The door opens and Jaxon gets into the car, pressing the button to start it.
“Why did you do that?” I ask, the words coming out in a terrified whisper.
Jaxon turns toward me, not an ounce of regret on his face. Not a bit of sadness or worry. Nothing. No regret, no concern. Absolutely nothing.
That’s the scariest thing of all.
“She was going to kill you.”
“But you saved me,” I say.
“Doesn’t matter.”
“Of course it matters, Jaxon. You could have called the police.”
He laughs. Throws his head back and laughs.
“The police?” He’s smiling as he turns toward me, but it’s not a happy smile. It’s bitter. “No. That never would have worked.”
“Why not?”
I flinch away when he shifts in his seat. His brow furrows and for a flash of a moment, he looks sad. Offended.
“Are you afraid of me?” he asks in a low voice.
I can’t tell if he’s upset about it or wants me to be.
“Sh-should I be?”
He grits his teeth and growls, “Of course not.”
“You just killed someone,” I whisper, wiping a tear from my eye.
“For you!” he shouts. “She was going to kill you.”
“But you saved me! Why didn’t you let her go? You… you could have—”
“You don’t get it, Sailor. And I’m sorry you don’t understand, but you just have to trust me.”
Jaxon reaches for the shifter, but I grab his wrist.
“Help me understand,” I plead. “Because I don’t, Jaxon. I don’t understand this at all, and I am scared.”
He blows out a sharp breath, shaking his head. I watch as his body visibly starts to relax. The tension leaves his shoulders, his breathing slows.
“This came from my mother,” he starts.
“This…”
