Page 63 of Unspoken Hearts
“Comics aren’t that bad. They at least have pictures so they’re more exciting than just pages of words,” Sawyer continues. I shake my head out of amusement and disappointment.
“Have you read any of them?”
Sawyer scoffs at Cole. “And lower my rep? No. I’ll stick to movies. Besides, no girl wants to talk about comic books.”
I polish off my glass, the noise vibrating in my ears. “I’m going to walk home. It’s too much for me.”
They know what I mean by that.
“I can drop you if you want?” Grayson offers, grabbing his keys off the bench.
Nodding, the pounding in my head starts as I walk towards the door of the pub. My eyes meet Macie’s across the room, an expression of concern shadowing her features. I flick her a quick reassuring smile.
At least I hope it was reassuring.
The fresh air outside helps clear a bit of the fog in my mind, the sound already lower when I suck in a breath.
“You okay?” Grayson asks beside me, sounding actually concerned for once.
My hand holds the side of my head as I nod. “Yeah. I need my tablets. They’re at home.”
“All right. Let’s go.”
Sliding into his car, I clip in my belt as Grayson starts the engine. Turning around, we make our way back home.
I turn the radio off, not wanting to add another layer of noise as the pressure builds in my temples.
“How bad is it?” my brother asks.
I groan. “Seven out of ten.”
“We’ll be home soon.”
Pressing my eyes shut, I lean back on the headrest, feeling the pain build up behind my eyes. I hate migraines, but they keep getting worse the older I get. I know my brothers give me crap for being boring and liking my space, but if they felt the pain of these chronic migraines, then they’d understand.
As we drive, I peer over at my brother behind the wheel. I’m glad to know that even if we have this wedge between us, he’ll be there if I’m in trouble.
“I spoke with Dad this morning,” I let out, my voice quieter than normal.
“Yeah?”
My throat bobs, pain lancing up my neck. “We’re going to take over the ranch together. If you want to, that is.”
Grayson’s cobalt eyes flare as he glances my way before looking back at the blackened, gravel road. “You asked him about it?”
“He said it’s my decision. I think it’ll run smoother if both of us take over. It might be too much for just me.”
He’s silent for a moment, and the only sounds are the tyres popping rocks and the engine revving. I nestle back in the seat, feeling the slight rocking of the car.
Grayson’s voice breaks the silence. “Are you serious about this?”
“Yes,” I whisper, because everything above that level feels like a scream right now. I’d open my eyes to look at him, but I fear if I do, I might vomit.
He’s quiet the rest of the way home, and when we come to a stop out the front of the house, I peel my eyelids open to see his solemn face.
“Thank you, Reid,” is all he says.
I give him a small nod and instantly regret it with how much pain is shooting down my temples and throat. “Don’t wake me when you’re home or I’ll shoot you,” I groan, the side of my mouth ticking.
