throwing away her
last chance to be happy. I can’t do this.
I need to be able to think clearly.
She
returned to the crescent rolls and finished prepping them. Mandy could put them
in the oven when she came in. That way they would be hot and fresh. She cleaned
up her mess and threw the cleaning rags in the bin for Myra to collect later.
Blair
felt panicked, and ; and she couldn’t concentrate.
She wanted to try again, but now she was afraid. She felt ashamed that now that
she was getting a chance to try again she was so afraid. She just needed some
space and a chance to calm down. Cole would take her back to bed and make her
forget why she was scared.
Let him. Go to Cole and tell him
how afraid you are.
Blair
reached for her phone, tempted, but then she pulled her hand back. She would
talk to him tomorrow.
****
Cole
stormed up the walkway to Blair’s little house. She took pride in her home’s
appearance, keeping the pastel yellow paint fresh and her garden beds weed
free. Now that fall was upon them, she had winterized all the beds. Here in the
mountains it went from warm to cold, without much autumn. It went from pleasant
to cold, almost overnight.
He
stomped up the porch steps and trudged across the porch. Even though he’d never
formally told her she was to stay with him, she knew. He’d packed her bags, and
she was very intelligent. He took his
keys out and stuck it in the lock. The lock turned, but the chain caught.
Dammit, Blair. He
pounded on the door, imagining all the ways he would get to punish her. She was
due to show up at his home at eight this morning, and she never showed. She is
mine. Whether she wants to be or not. One mistake, one time I got scared—for her—and
she wants to punish me forever. I held a close family friend while he died, and
listened to his mate scream for hours. Cut me some slack. But no, Blair didn’t.
She ran to France five years ago, and she is running now. I won’t allow it,
anymore. While under my domination, she will submit to me and accept my claim
on her, one way or another. I love her. She can’t walk away just as Michael
arranged for us to have a chance.
He
pounded again, but still nothing moved in the house. His hearing would have
even picked up slight movement. “Blair, you have two seconds to open up the
door or I will kick in your pretty door. You know the one you made me paint
these fucking flowers on.”
Nothing
came out through the small opening allowed by the chain on the door. Not even a
whisper of a sound. “Ok, don’t complain to me about your goddessdamn door when you see my footprint on it.” He picked up his leg and kicked the door hard several times. It was a
solid door, and did not show any signs of giving. The door frame was the weak
part of her door. It splintered, and the door banged inward. Cole had his gun out and all his senses on
alert, just in case something was wrong. He walked into the house, carefully
searching the main living areas of the house. There were no lights on, and no
sign of Blair.
He
cleared every room before he made his way to the garage. Opening the garage
door, he saw the final blow. Her car was gone. She had run from him. He should
have known she would not submit as easily as it had seemed. That was ok. He had
an entire department of cholan at his disposal, and
when he found her, she would learn what happened when a little wisp of a fox
ran from him. He stood on the porch
looking up and down the street. It was quiet with most of the residents at
work. He thought about what he would do
now. Blair knew how to cover her tracks well, and she would not be foolish
enough to leave him a trail. He needed to talk to Michael. Michael knew Blair
well, and he would be able to get the word out to watch for her. She would not
go far with her business here.
It
was a beautiful day, so Cole decided to walk to Michael’s office. Not only did
he need the fresh air, but he could look for clues, maybe see one of
last chance to be happy. I can’t do this.
I need to be able to think clearly.
She
returned to the crescent rolls and finished prepping them. Mandy could put them
in the oven when she came in. That way they would be hot and fresh. She cleaned
up her mess and threw the cleaning rags in the bin for Myra to collect later.
Blair
felt panicked, and ; and she couldn’t concentrate.
She wanted to try again, but now she was afraid. She felt ashamed that now that
she was getting a chance to try again she was so afraid. She just needed some
space and a chance to calm down. Cole would take her back to bed and make her
forget why she was scared.
Let him. Go to Cole and tell him
how afraid you are.
Blair
reached for her phone, tempted, but then she pulled her hand back. She would
talk to him tomorrow.
****
Cole
stormed up the walkway to Blair’s little house. She took pride in her home’s
appearance, keeping the pastel yellow paint fresh and her garden beds weed
free. Now that fall was upon them, she had winterized all the beds. Here in the
mountains it went from warm to cold, without much autumn. It went from pleasant
to cold, almost overnight.
He
stomped up the porch steps and trudged across the porch. Even though he’d never
formally told her she was to stay with him, she knew. He’d packed her bags, and
she was very intelligent. He took his
keys out and stuck it in the lock. The lock turned, but the chain caught.
Dammit, Blair. He
pounded on the door, imagining all the ways he would get to punish her. She was
due to show up at his home at eight this morning, and she never showed. She is
mine. Whether she wants to be or not. One mistake, one time I got scared—for her—and
she wants to punish me forever. I held a close family friend while he died, and
listened to his mate scream for hours. Cut me some slack. But no, Blair didn’t.
She ran to France five years ago, and she is running now. I won’t allow it,
anymore. While under my domination, she will submit to me and accept my claim
on her, one way or another. I love her. She can’t walk away just as Michael
arranged for us to have a chance.
He
pounded again, but still nothing moved in the house. His hearing would have
even picked up slight movement. “Blair, you have two seconds to open up the
door or I will kick in your pretty door. You know the one you made me paint
these fucking flowers on.”
Nothing
came out through the small opening allowed by the chain on the door. Not even a
whisper of a sound. “Ok, don’t complain to me about your goddessdamn door when you see my footprint on it.” He picked up his leg and kicked the door hard several times. It was a
solid door, and did not show any signs of giving. The door frame was the weak
part of her door. It splintered, and the door banged inward. Cole had his gun out and all his senses on
alert, just in case something was wrong. He walked into the house, carefully
searching the main living areas of the house. There were no lights on, and no
sign of Blair.
He
cleared every room before he made his way to the garage. Opening the garage
door, he saw the final blow. Her car was gone. She had run from him. He should
have known she would not submit as easily as it had seemed. That was ok. He had
an entire department of cholan at his disposal, and
when he found her, she would learn what happened when a little wisp of a fox
ran from him. He stood on the porch
looking up and down the street. It was quiet with most of the residents at
work. He thought about what he would do
now. Blair knew how to cover her tracks well, and she would not be foolish
enough to leave him a trail. He needed to talk to Michael. Michael knew Blair
well, and he would be able to get the word out to watch for her. She would not
go far with her business here.
It
was a beautiful day, so Cole decided to walk to Michael’s office. Not only did
he need the fresh air, but he could look for clues, maybe see one of
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