that it was time to forgive herself and move on, but her heart was utterly broken. And how did she repair something like that? How could she ever break free of something so terrible—something she could have prevented?
It was stupid and melodramatic at its core. She knew this. But it didn’t stop the flood of grief, sometimes so strong that she wondered if living wasn’t the worst punishment of all.
She waited—every day she waited for the pain to stop. Everyone said that time soothed all hurts—
forgave all sins.
“Lily?” Michael asked in a soft voice.
She blinked and looked down. He was finished bandaging her arm. The gauze was thick and bulky and prevented her arm from lying fully against her side. It ached fiercely but she welcomed it. Somehow it was better than the numbness that seemed to take over more with each passing day.
“I’ll need to make you a sling. I’d rather you not move that arm around much until the wound heals.”
“How long will I have to wear it?”
“A few days. Not too long.”
He turned to Seth. “Do you have any ibuprofen?”
“She needs something stronger than that,” Seth growled.
“I’m fine,” she said quickly. “Really.”
Seth shot her a disbelieving look but left to get the medicine.
“He’s right, you know,” Michael said after Seth was gone. “You don’t need to be out on the streets.
Not before. Not now. Not ever.”
She looked away, discomfited by the intensity in his gaze. “I don’t have anyplace else to go.”
“Look at me, Lily.”
Reluctantly, she turned to face him again.
“You do have a place. We’re offering you one.”
“We?”
Maya Banks
Michael’s lips tightened for a moment. “Yes, we. I don’t know what’s happening here, Lily. I can’t explain it, but we’ll work it out.”
Her lips parted as her mouth fell open. Seth returned then and took her hand. He dropped the tiny pills into her palm and then held out a glass of water. She swallowed them down and then leaned back on the couch and closed her eyes.
Firm lips pressed against her brow, and she opened her eyes to see Seth bending over, his kiss warm and sweet on her skin.
“Do you want to be down here or in the bed you slept in last night?” The thought of having to move was excruciating. “Here.” Seth straightened. “I’ll get a blanket and some pillows so you’ll be comfortable.” As she watched him walk away, it seemed to her that she hadn’t even considered leaving. Not yet.
The idea of going back to her world scared her to death. She could stay here. Just for a little while.
Seth glanced over at Lily who had fallen into a fitful sleep. She stirred frequently, a frown marring the delicate lines of her face. Then he looked over at his brother who watched Lily with absolute fascination.
This was crazy. He didn’t even know how to broach the subject. And what would he say anyway?
Back the fuck off? She’s mine? Or, how do you feel about sharing?
As if sensing his turmoil, Michael turned and caught Seth’s gaze.
“I think we should bring her home.”
Seth frowned and motioned for Michael to follow him into the kitchen. “Home?” he asked after they were out of earshot. “I live here .”
“It isn’t home,” Michael argued. “We should take her to the mountain. She’s uneasy here, and you’d have to worry at every turn that she was going to take off again. There…there she could rest. Eat good food and have a roof over her head.”
“Are you suggesting we take her to Mom’s?” Seth asked incredulously.
Michael hesitated. “No. My place.”
Seth’s eyes narrowed. “You’re serious about her. You’re not going to let this go.”
“Would you?” Michael asked.
“Hell no.”
“She needs us. She needs a home, a place she feels safe. You’re needed at home, Seth. Callie needs you. Mom and the dads want you there. It just makes sense that we take Lily back to Clyde.” Seth ran a hand through his hair. He’d forgotten
It was stupid and melodramatic at its core. She knew this. But it didn’t stop the flood of grief, sometimes so strong that she wondered if living wasn’t the worst punishment of all.
She waited—every day she waited for the pain to stop. Everyone said that time soothed all hurts—
forgave all sins.
“Lily?” Michael asked in a soft voice.
She blinked and looked down. He was finished bandaging her arm. The gauze was thick and bulky and prevented her arm from lying fully against her side. It ached fiercely but she welcomed it. Somehow it was better than the numbness that seemed to take over more with each passing day.
“I’ll need to make you a sling. I’d rather you not move that arm around much until the wound heals.”
“How long will I have to wear it?”
“A few days. Not too long.”
He turned to Seth. “Do you have any ibuprofen?”
“She needs something stronger than that,” Seth growled.
“I’m fine,” she said quickly. “Really.”
Seth shot her a disbelieving look but left to get the medicine.
“He’s right, you know,” Michael said after Seth was gone. “You don’t need to be out on the streets.
Not before. Not now. Not ever.”
She looked away, discomfited by the intensity in his gaze. “I don’t have anyplace else to go.”
“Look at me, Lily.”
Reluctantly, she turned to face him again.
“You do have a place. We’re offering you one.”
“We?”
Maya Banks
Michael’s lips tightened for a moment. “Yes, we. I don’t know what’s happening here, Lily. I can’t explain it, but we’ll work it out.”
Her lips parted as her mouth fell open. Seth returned then and took her hand. He dropped the tiny pills into her palm and then held out a glass of water. She swallowed them down and then leaned back on the couch and closed her eyes.
Firm lips pressed against her brow, and she opened her eyes to see Seth bending over, his kiss warm and sweet on her skin.
“Do you want to be down here or in the bed you slept in last night?” The thought of having to move was excruciating. “Here.” Seth straightened. “I’ll get a blanket and some pillows so you’ll be comfortable.” As she watched him walk away, it seemed to her that she hadn’t even considered leaving. Not yet.
The idea of going back to her world scared her to death. She could stay here. Just for a little while.
Seth glanced over at Lily who had fallen into a fitful sleep. She stirred frequently, a frown marring the delicate lines of her face. Then he looked over at his brother who watched Lily with absolute fascination.
This was crazy. He didn’t even know how to broach the subject. And what would he say anyway?
Back the fuck off? She’s mine? Or, how do you feel about sharing?
As if sensing his turmoil, Michael turned and caught Seth’s gaze.
“I think we should bring her home.”
Seth frowned and motioned for Michael to follow him into the kitchen. “Home?” he asked after they were out of earshot. “I live here .”
“It isn’t home,” Michael argued. “We should take her to the mountain. She’s uneasy here, and you’d have to worry at every turn that she was going to take off again. There…there she could rest. Eat good food and have a roof over her head.”
“Are you suggesting we take her to Mom’s?” Seth asked incredulously.
Michael hesitated. “No. My place.”
Seth’s eyes narrowed. “You’re serious about her. You’re not going to let this go.”
“Would you?” Michael asked.
“Hell no.”
“She needs us. She needs a home, a place she feels safe. You’re needed at home, Seth. Callie needs you. Mom and the dads want you there. It just makes sense that we take Lily back to Clyde.” Seth ran a hand through his hair. He’d forgotten
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