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Authors: Siobhan Davis
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Jarod?” His fingers dig into the fleshy part of my arm.
“You’re hurting me.” The tears I’ve been fighting are about to break free. “Nothing is going on with Jarod. We had lunch in his apartment so we had privacy to talk. That’s all. You are completely overreacting, and frankly, I’m not even sure why it matters.”
He lets go of me and steps back. “You don’t think it would matter to Logan?”
“Are you saying Jarod can’t be my friend? Because I’ve got news for you on that front, buddy.” I step forward, upset subsiding to let fury take center stage. “I’m done with being caged in this apartment. I’m done with being told what I can or can’t do. I’m done with being babied.” I thrust my arms dramatically in the air. “I’m done!” I scream that last part before stomping to my room.
Haydn doesn’t venture near me for the rest of the day. Dinnertime comes and goes, and when I don’t come out of my room to eat, he leaves a tray by my door. If this is a form of apology, he can shove it where the sun doesn’t shine. Haydn has done the unthinkable: He’s hurt me so much more than he could ever realize. While I’m guilty of plenty of things, cheating is not one of them. That he could think me capable of something so despicable hurts beyond belief.
And it’s not as if I need anything else to add to the stress.
Tantalizing aromas waft from the covered plate, but my stomach is tied in a million knots, and even if I felt inclined to eat, I doubt I could manage a morsel. I shove the intact tray away.
I’m tempted to do a tarot reading, but I’m too afraid of what it might say. My emotions are bound so tight the slightest pull would snap my tenuous control into smithereens. Instead, I fasten my comm-clip to my ear and listen to music while attempting to deflect the tumultuous mess in my head.
Concern for Logan’s safety is at the forefront of my mind. No matter how this pans out, I have to protect him, at all costs. At some point, I’m going to have to tell him about my involvement with the rebels and the threat they pose, but for now, I want to shield him from that. He’s dealing with too much already. It’s up to me to manage this situation, and I’m determined not to let him down.
Eventually I fall asleep.
I wake screaming, recognizable feelings of panic assaulting all my senses. Snatches return to haunt me. Strong arms. Stabbing pain. Whispered heinous sentiments repeated over and over. Silent tears stroll down my face, and heavy breaths echo in the dark confines of my room as I struggle to calibrate my breathing. Not again . I brush damp strands of hair off my face as Haydn comes crashing into my room. Startled, I scream at the top of my lungs.
“It’s only me. Another nightmare?” He hovers nervously beside my bed.
I inhale and exhale deeply, willing myself to calm down. “Yes. But I’m fine now, and I want to go back to sleep.” I’m still smarting from his earlier accusation, and it’s obvious in the extreme.
“Fine,” he replies curtly. Swiveling around, he leaves the room, and I shut my eyes and pray for sleep.
As I slowly drift into unconsciousness, a rush of whispered words tickles my eardrums. “It’s almost time. Be ready.”
CHAPTER 4
The following day snails by in painstaking silent torture. Haydn and I sidestep each other in the apartment, going to great lengths to avoid one another. We’re both equally stubborn. As far as I’m concerned, he owes me an apology, and I refuse to speak to him until I get one.
It says a lot that I’m actually delighted to be heading into work on Monday morning. Haydn drives me in silence, and Jarod wordlessly greets me at the front entrance. Isolating my two strongest allies in one foul swoop is an unwanted accomplishment in itself. I risk a peek at Jarod as we travel in the elevator. Purposely ignoring me, he stares straight ahead. Yep, my day is definitely off to a great start.
Thankfully, the VP’s schedule
“You’re hurting me.” The tears I’ve been fighting are about to break free. “Nothing is going on with Jarod. We had lunch in his apartment so we had privacy to talk. That’s all. You are completely overreacting, and frankly, I’m not even sure why it matters.”
He lets go of me and steps back. “You don’t think it would matter to Logan?”
“Are you saying Jarod can’t be my friend? Because I’ve got news for you on that front, buddy.” I step forward, upset subsiding to let fury take center stage. “I’m done with being caged in this apartment. I’m done with being told what I can or can’t do. I’m done with being babied.” I thrust my arms dramatically in the air. “I’m done!” I scream that last part before stomping to my room.
Haydn doesn’t venture near me for the rest of the day. Dinnertime comes and goes, and when I don’t come out of my room to eat, he leaves a tray by my door. If this is a form of apology, he can shove it where the sun doesn’t shine. Haydn has done the unthinkable: He’s hurt me so much more than he could ever realize. While I’m guilty of plenty of things, cheating is not one of them. That he could think me capable of something so despicable hurts beyond belief.
And it’s not as if I need anything else to add to the stress.
Tantalizing aromas waft from the covered plate, but my stomach is tied in a million knots, and even if I felt inclined to eat, I doubt I could manage a morsel. I shove the intact tray away.
I’m tempted to do a tarot reading, but I’m too afraid of what it might say. My emotions are bound so tight the slightest pull would snap my tenuous control into smithereens. Instead, I fasten my comm-clip to my ear and listen to music while attempting to deflect the tumultuous mess in my head.
Concern for Logan’s safety is at the forefront of my mind. No matter how this pans out, I have to protect him, at all costs. At some point, I’m going to have to tell him about my involvement with the rebels and the threat they pose, but for now, I want to shield him from that. He’s dealing with too much already. It’s up to me to manage this situation, and I’m determined not to let him down.
Eventually I fall asleep.
I wake screaming, recognizable feelings of panic assaulting all my senses. Snatches return to haunt me. Strong arms. Stabbing pain. Whispered heinous sentiments repeated over and over. Silent tears stroll down my face, and heavy breaths echo in the dark confines of my room as I struggle to calibrate my breathing. Not again . I brush damp strands of hair off my face as Haydn comes crashing into my room. Startled, I scream at the top of my lungs.
“It’s only me. Another nightmare?” He hovers nervously beside my bed.
I inhale and exhale deeply, willing myself to calm down. “Yes. But I’m fine now, and I want to go back to sleep.” I’m still smarting from his earlier accusation, and it’s obvious in the extreme.
“Fine,” he replies curtly. Swiveling around, he leaves the room, and I shut my eyes and pray for sleep.
As I slowly drift into unconsciousness, a rush of whispered words tickles my eardrums. “It’s almost time. Be ready.”
CHAPTER 4
The following day snails by in painstaking silent torture. Haydn and I sidestep each other in the apartment, going to great lengths to avoid one another. We’re both equally stubborn. As far as I’m concerned, he owes me an apology, and I refuse to speak to him until I get one.
It says a lot that I’m actually delighted to be heading into work on Monday morning. Haydn drives me in silence, and Jarod wordlessly greets me at the front entrance. Isolating my two strongest allies in one foul swoop is an unwanted accomplishment in itself. I risk a peek at Jarod as we travel in the elevator. Purposely ignoring me, he stares straight ahead. Yep, my day is definitely off to a great start.
Thankfully, the VP’s schedule
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