Chapter 63


    Leah sits at the dining room table. She runs her finger along the surface and it leaves a big streak in


    the dust.


    “I’m thinking this ce might need a woman’s touch,” I say.


    She arches a brow at me. “Why? Because women are meant to ‘clean houses’ and be subservient?


    What the h ell, Aaron!? Sexist,


    much?”


    Christ. That didn’te out right. “I didn’t mean for you to clean. Or other females. Just for someone to


    run the ce. A bu nch of males left to their own devices…” I shrug. “They might be eating raw bs of


    beef and only changing their socks once a week.”


    She makes a gagging sound. It ends on a bit of augh.


    I grin.


    Da mn, she’s pretty when she smiles.


    Her whole face lights up and her eyes… her eyes shine with such energy it’s like the whole meaning of


    life is wrapped up in that sparkling glint.


    “I’m gonna miss that,” I whisper.


    She looks at me sharply. “What?”


    “You. Yourugh. Your smile. The way you can make the best of the worst situation and find the good in


    everybody.”


    She blushes.


    I cross the room and stop in front of her.


    She tenses.


    But the pulse is ticking in her throat and her pupils are dted.


    Hmmm. Interesting.


    I take a chance and sp her hand.


    And then I feel it. That spark.


    It’s always there. Like a low-level hum of electricity in my blood.


    I look at this woman. Her hair is a tangled mess. Her eyes are big and wide with shadows beneath


    them. And there are blotches of blood on her face and neck and chest.


    “You look like he ll, honey.”


    She snorts. “Yes, well. You never were one for ttery.”


    Is that where I went wrong? Not giving her the words?


    “Words are empty, Leah. It’s actions that have meaning.”


    And I’ve fought for her.


    Bled for her.


    Killed for her. Content from N?velDr(a)ma.Org.


    On more than one asion, I’ve nearly died for her.


    She looks at me sadly. “Yes, you’re right. Actions speak far louder than words.”


    I realize she isn’t seeing my good deeds. Or my sacrifices.


    For her, there are only the bad times.


    I sigh. “I want to go back to the way we were.”


    She snorts again. It’s an adorably obnoxious sound. “You mean when I was a captive in your home?


    Thanks but no


    She slides her hand out of mine and crosses her arms. “I’m home and safe here, Aaron. You should


    go.


    “What if I don’t want to.”


    Her eyes well with tears.


    She shakes her head. “I-I can’t forgive you. These crimes… how you betrayed and used me… there’s


    noing back from it. And what about your baby-”