Chapter One-Twenty-Three: Through 'This'

The tightness of my black dress does not ease the hole in my chest. Sharon has declared me healthy; she has neither spotted nor noticed anything odd.

Kaisa has come back to me, but the feeling of Jax in my arms, rapidly losing warmth, has not left me. Then again, neither have the nightmares, the constant vigilance even in situations that don’t require it, and the flinching every time someone mentions Red Graw.

It is as if the kidnapping was not the worst part; my body still does not register that I am safe.

Am I safe? Safe from assassination attempts and from more suicidal drivers?

Good god, I used to own a boutique in simplicity; my only danger was catching feeling and now… cannot even sleep.

Violet’s hand laces in mine before she rests her head on my shoulder.

“I am sorry.”

I whisper.

I do not know why, but I feel as though I betrayed our friendship either by having the powers he wanted or introducing them when we first moved to the city together. Then again, killing him sho