Micah’s POV I take hurried steps inside the forest. Desperation clinging to my fingertips. She needs to be here. She needs to be. Ten paces more and I’ll be at the clearing. Five paces more. Three. Only one step more … She isn’t here. My heart drops like a rock. Disappointment hangs over me
“Did he touch you here?” When he speaks, his voice is more beast than man. His eyes point to my wrist, where his thumb is running slow, dangerous circles. With a start, I realise he doesn’t believe me. He is going to blame me. He is going to hurt me with his words like everyone else. He thinks I ha
Fiona’s POV I don’t realize my body is shaking with silent sobs until I feel Micah’s hand rub circles on my back. A beat too late, I realize I am almost straddling him and he is rocking me side to side like a child. “Shh, baby. It’s okay. I am here. It’s alright.” His soft words soothe me even as
I take a deep breath, trying to steady my nerves. Micah's words echo in my mind, "Keep your head up cause you have nothing to be ashamed of." I whisper those words over and over to myself until they become my mantra. I can't let them see any weakness, not now. With that thought, I gather my confid
Fiona’s POV Micah's eyes narrow as he turns to face the offensive reporter, his expression severe, and a palpable air of authority emanating from him. The chaotic crowd immediately falls silent as they take note of his cold demeanor and when he speaks, they hang on his every word. "You seem to hav
When I am with him, the world's harshness softens, and I only have to be myself - nothing more, nothing else. Which is why, now, the idea of leaving him feels like someone is sawing my very soul in two. Lately, Micah has been so good to me, that it almost feels surreal. It has become a struggle fo
Micah’s POV I watch her as she watches me. Her moss green eyes are wide, brimming with tears that make them glisten like emeralds. There is so much hope in them that it gives something away in my heart. Suddenly, everything is clear to me. The answer was there all along. Plain as day. I had consta
"Your scruffy cheeks are tickling me, husband," she teases, her voice a melodic symphony that I've missed more than I realized. A mischievous smile spreads across my face. "Oh, it tickles, does it?" I say, my fingers dancing along her sides. Her eyes narrow playfully, and before she can react, I b