Page 54 of The Echo of Forever

Though I couldn’t see him driving away, I felt the loss of his protective presence.

I showered with him on my mind. Every part of my routine consisted of something infused with Vanilla.

His scent was taking over my life, but nothing was as good as the real thing. The way it mixed with his body chemistry made my pussy wet.

I snatched up the phone he’d given me from the nightstand and headed into the kitchen to heat up leftover Indian food from earlier in the night.

Once I stuffed a few bites in my mouth, I pushed it aside and scrolled through the already unlocked phone.

First, the call log.

His number was the only one I’d ever called. Some conversations were short, while others were hours long.

“When was the last time I sat on the phone with someone into the wee hours of the morning?” I murmured, amazed at this version of myself.

The texts made my heart race, though.

He was so kind. And sweet. A little funny but nasty too. I found myself squirming a little at how often we talked about fucking.

I can still taste you. Come back to keep it from going away.

Echo, stop. I’m working, and now my pussy is wet.

Lemme clean you up. I won’t take long

And my fast ass let him.

Laughter sputtered from lips, but it didn’t last long. The more I read, the easier it was for me to replace feelings of lust with anger.

EveryI love youandI miss yousettled so deep it hurt. Thecome see, lay, and eat with me,too.

It was the hard proof that he and I weresomething,and it was special.

My heart mourned a loss I didn’t remember, and it was easier to be angry than cry about it.

I got up and dressed, pulling on an all black bodysuit, combat boots, and a leather jacket.

At the back of my closet was a built-in wall safe behind sliding shelves; inside was a small armory and a few go bags for different jobs. I grabbed the suede backpack, knowing I’d just repacked it and set off on foot.

There was someone I needed to see.

No, they needed to see me.

Many doctors in society lived in the same neighborhood, but not the Logans, who were nestled in my area of town, away from their counterparts.

For no other reason than they ranked higher than them and felt superior.

I walked right up to their door and gave the doorbell camera the middle finger after ringing, but before covering it with my hand.

It was four in the morning, and I didn’t give a fuck if they were sound asleep or fucking themselves into a coma.

Everybody needed to wake the fuck up.

“Who is it!” Dr. Adrian Logan yelled through the speaker. “Do you know what time it is?”

I dropped my hand and smiled into the camera.

“I know exactly what time it is,” I mused, picking at my nails. “Come let me in or I’ll kill you and every Logan in a five-mile radius.”