Chapter 259
Chapter 259:
Kael drove us home while Jaris and I sat in the backseat, his hand holding mine firmly.
“You’re safe, Lyric. He’s gone.” He kept repeating reassuring words, probably because he could still see how shaken I was.
I couldn’t utter a word. And when we got home and he led me to my room, a new fear twisted in my gut.
The things Caden had said about him. Did he mean them? Did Jaris really kill his ex? And did he ask me to wear red lipstick because it was her favorite? Caden painted him as dangerous, and I didn’t even know what to think.
“Would you like to sleep in my room instead?” Jaris asked when I sat on my bed, my arms wrapped around myself.
I shook my head. “I—I just want to be alone p>
“Okay. But do you need anything p>
I shook my head again.
“There will be two guards stationed outside your window all night. You and I know you won’t be needing them; they’re just there to make you feel better. Will that help p>
I nodded, even if I barely processed what he said. My head was a mess, and I just wanted him to leave.
He gave a clipped nod and exited the room. I could see he was also furious and only trying to keep calm around me.
As soon as he left, I rushed to lock the door. I wasn’t afraid of him—hell no. I just didn’t want to be around anyone at the moment. Alone at last, I finally let the tears flow.
JARIS
This was all fucked up.
Something in my gut kept telling me the asshole might find a way to sneak into the Pack one day, but I didn’t want to believe he could get past the new security without being seen. I guess I underestimated how slimy he could be.
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After making sure Lyric was safe in her room, I drove out of the Pack, circling the area and hoping to miraculously run into him. I hoped somehow he was still around. If I could lay my hands on him…
Unfortunately, after driving for hours, there was no luck. I tried to check on Lyric again only to discover she had locked her door.
I couldn’t blame her, and I hated the asshole for traumatizing her this way. I took a cold bath before retiring to bed. Sleep wasn’t forthcoming, not when my mind wouldn’t stop replaying different scenarios of what I could do to Caden. My head started to ache, and eventually, sleep did come.
It was pleasant at first—until it wasn’t.
I had a dream. One I was never supposed to have. One that only meant trouble whenever it came back then. I was feeding off someone.