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Nova

“Where’s my car?” I ask, my head throbbing with every word I speak.

Colt had my prescriptions filled, but the pain medication didn’t help much. We both had a restless night.

My injuries being the cause of mine.

His brooding rage the cause of his.

While I’m angry about what Max did to me, I don’t want Colt to go after him unprepared and unfocused.

The man beside me is larger than life and I know he usually has the upper hand in any confrontation, but something about this doesn’t feel right. There’s more to what’s going on and I can’t put my finger on it, especially with this fucking migraine.

“That’s a conversation for another time.” He whispers and my stomach sinks.

I have a feeling I’ll be getting that new car after all.

I’m lying on his chest, listening to his heart pound erratically. He’s so damn angry.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“Not particularly.” He murmurs.

I try to lift my head to look at him, but he grips my side tightly. “Don’t you fucking move.”

Sighing heavily, I know better than to push people when they’re like this, but he’s mine and we don’t keep things from each other. “Please talk to me.”

He’s quiet for a little while until he lifts his upper body, carefully shifting me to my pillow. His eyes meet mine and I’ve never seen true darkness so ingrained in someone’s soul as what I’m witnessing now. It’s a pool of infinite depth, shadowed by more blackness than I ever thought possible.

It’s horrific, yet beautiful.

The love he has for me is limitless, defying all reasoning and logic.

His thumb traces my bottom lip. “You’re so fucking beautiful. It’s painful to see you with these bruises, but I can’t look away. Tragic and lovely at the same time. While you’re in agony, you still bewitch me. Your light brought me to life while your darkness rivals my own. You’re everything to me, Nova. Once you’re healed, you’ll be my wife.”

I gasp. “What?”

“You heard me, little demon. You’re going to marry me after I kill the motherfucker who did this to you, and his bitch.”

A lone tear leaks from my eye, trailing down my cheek. He catches it with his thumb before it makes it to my jawline. He brings it to his lips, sucking it into his mouth. Heat floods my body and although I feel like hammered dog shit, I want him.

“I recognize that look in your eyes, baby. Do you need something?” He leans close, his scent wrapping me in the safety I need right now.

“You.” I whisper, wishing my head would ease up some.

He closes his eyes for a moment before they snap open once again. “I know, baby. Fuck, I know. But I don’t think you can handle it right now.”

While my pussy screams for me to suck it up and demand his cock, he’s right. “I know.”

I hope he makes Max suffer.

His hand reaches out to run his fingers through my hair, to comfort me, but he catches himself, resting it on my chest instead. “Sleep, sweet girl. It’ll help you heal.”

He lays down beside me and I slowly move my head back to his chest. He’s holding me carefully like I’m made of glass.

While it’s exactly what I need, I want to fucking scream.