Page 35 of Bloody Roses
“Well? Don’t just stand there! Deacon, if you know what the fuck is gonna happen, you need to tell me! I have a right to know. All these people made a plane for my mother and me without permission, and I’m happy it turned out so well for my parents, but what are the chances of that happening twice? NONE!” I start to hyperventilate.
“Shh, it’s going to be okay. I promise. Take a deep breath. It’s not as bad as you think, and we can totally stop it.” He sounds so sure of himself, and frankly, those words coming from anyone else I’d call bullshit, but this is Deacon.
“Ok, I trust you. Tell me what is gonna happen and how we’re gonna stop it.” I let out a deep sigh and watch his face.
His eyes are steady and intense. His jaw is tight like he’s grinding his molars. He opens and closes his mouth twice before I lose my temper.
“FUCKING SPIT IT OUT, DEACON!”
“It’s a live auction. They plan on kidnapping you and auctioning you off to the highest bidder. To marry you and force you to do the sme thing your parents did.” That’s what he calls not so bad?
“Oh, so you thought of something worse than that.” He shrugs and drops his gaze.
“They could kill you.” Touché.
“Okay, focus on the positive, we know and can stop it. You said you had a plan. How do I get out of this?” He takes my hands in his and shocks the shit out of me when he knells beofre me.
“Easy, they can marry you off if you are already. So marry me before then.” I blink at him, and the world around me swims.
“Come again?”
