Page 92 of Ruined Wrath
Even at the resort when we woke up in bed together, I could still feel a few pieces of the wall I had built between us.
But tonight, there is nothing.
I give her every inch of myself until there’s nothing left to give.
Chapter Twenty-One
FIONA
I liein bed longer than I probably should, letting the morning sun creep across the sheets.
My thoughts are tangled, playing the conversation I shared with Cormac last night on repeat.
I laid myself bare for him, and he did the same. And for the first time in what feels like forever, he looked at me without a flicker of doubt in his eyes.
I turn over and run my hand over his side of the bed.
The sheets are still warm, so Cormac must not have been up long.
I shift over and inhale the smell of his cologne that lingers on the pillow.
My skin still tingles from his touch, and I let out a contented sigh as I rub my thighs together, enjoying the slight ache between them.
But of course, the worry doesn’t leave me fully.
Now I know what it’s like to lose Cormac, those feelings don’t suddenly vanish overnight.
My reality weighs heavy on my chest, the kind of weight you can’t shake no matter how much you try.
I won’t be able to fully relax until Lorcan has been taken care of, and I know he won’t go down without a fight. I can only pray that Cormac won’t get caught in the crossfire and that we might actually get a chance at a happily ever after.
I wrap myself up in the sheet as if it were his arms, clinging to the memory of last night like an anchor, as I think of the future.
What if I do something stupid? Or worse, what if Cormac changes his mind? I can’t risk that. I need to prove to him that I’m committed. That I won’t ever hurt him again.
The question is, how? What can I do that will truly show him he can trust me?
My phone buzzes on the bedside table, jarring me from my thoughts.
I reach over, fumbling for it, and the screen lights up with Joe’s number.
My heart lurches as I bolt upright in bed and answer the call.
“What’s happened?” I demand.
“Auntie Fi?”
“Amber?” My voice is breathless, caught between excitement and disbelief at the sound of her voice.
“Daddy said I could call you.”
“H-he did?”
“Because of the news.”
“News? What news?”
“My doctor says I’m much better,” she says excitedly. “The machine on my heart is working.”
