Davis moves closer to Mr. Landrys’ bedside, and he delicately picks up his hand, bringing it to his mouth, and places a gentle kiss on the inside of Mr Landrys’ fragile palm.His thumb brushes over Mr. Landrys’ knuckles with affection as he carefully lowers Mr. Landrys’ hand onto the bed as if he is made of glass. As I continue to watch Davis interact with Mr Landry; his father, I can see the love he has for him blazing brilliantly in his eyes.“Did you say, Father?” I inquire of him, a fleeting moment or two passing before I come to the realisation that he has no genuine inclination to respond to my prior question.“I did.” He states in a gentle tone, “Tobias is my half-brother and half-cousin, and he has no idea. And that’s because his mother has made it one of her life’s missions to keep it a big secret.”Sorrow spreads through my chest like acid. If what he is saying is true, it breaks my heart that someone so cruel as Janice has kept this to herself.Siblings should never suffer

TOBIAS:The hurt in Keris’ eyes pierces my heart like a fucking dagger driven through my back. The way she walked out on me this morning has left me feeling royally screwed up. I can’t think straight, and I have a feeling that I am making things a hell of a lot worse between us than what it was hours ago.I’m a fucking tool.Driven by possessiveness and anger.I hate seeing her with Davis. I hate Davis. Full bloody stop.I can't quite put my finger on it, but, there’s just something about him that has my guard up and the hairs on the back of my neck standing.“Then tell me what you are doing here, with him.” I exhale roughly, eagerly awaiting her reply.Licking her lips, “I can’t tell you why I am here, Tobias.” She whispers, looking past me, refusing to meet my gaze.“You can’t or you won’t?” I growl, feeling myself getting frustrated all over again.I want answers and the ones she is giving me aren’t good enough. She’s hiding something from me and I don’t like it one bit. How

I dart across the road to the small diner where I have agreed to meet Davis at.As I walk inside, I look to my right and see him sitting in the back booth, waving at me. Running my hands down the front of my little black dress that every woman should have tucked away in the back of their closet. I smooth out any little creases I have created along the drive over.“You made it,” Davis says as he picks up his cup of coffee and looks at me over the rim; appearing surprised.Sliding into the booth next to him, I flick my hair that’s in loose curls over my shoulder and sigh. “I told you I would be here, didn’t I?”He places his mug back down on the table and nods his head, “You did. But I wasn’t confident if you were going to keep your word after everything that has happened. You know, I personally wouldn’t blame you.”“And what would you have done if I didn’t show up?”“I would have put my plan B into motion.”“Plan B?” I ask, intrigued to know what he would have done if he were to fly s

My jaw clenches as my gaze bores into the very soul that led Sawyer down a path of destruction. Because of her and her sick fetishes, Janice was made to choose between protecting her son or keeping up appearances, and it’s pretty damn obvious that she chose her social life over her son.Janice should have her parental rights provoked. Slowly, I tear my gaze away from Eileen to soak in the dark aura that now contaminates the air. Every pair of eyes, made up of different hues, dart between Janice and Eileen, waiting for one of them to speak up and explain what the hell is going on.The silence in the restaurant becomes deafening. You could drop a pin and point out its location as it bounces off the black and white marbled floors. My nostrils flare as I can’t believe that I am in the same room with both Janice and Eileen.I feel queasy with hot flushes coming and leaving my body as I slowly expose every skeleton that’s been hiding in Janices’ closet of secrets.Since the day I was ma

With my back facing Tobias, because it’s too hard to look at him, I anticipate Kips' response, really hoping that he will be able to give me a ride home and explain what the hell is going on.“Sure. I’ll take you home.”His arm wraps around my waist, keeping me upright as he leads us out of the restaurant. My stomach swirls, causing my mouth to water, and I have to force myself to think of something— anything apart from Tobias.Being in the same room with him brings my emotions to the surface. My heart feels heavy as the pain he has caused me is still all too raw.Yeah, sure, it’s only been two days, and it’s natural for me to feel this way; heartbroken, used, and ashamed.But I would rather not feel this way at all. No one should be made to feel this way about themselves when all they have done is given their heart to the traveller, they wanted by their side during their life journey.And after today, I’m going to work on trying to put my needs first for once. I need to remind mysel