Mated To My Obsessive Stepbrother

Chapter 262

Chapter 262

KASMINE.

We had to move. There was a tightening in my gut and a pull of dreal that refused to loosen.

I didn't trust Kester. Perhaps he must have followed us last night without us

knowing. Or he even had someone do the following. Maybe that was how he got to know our location.

We had left as soon as Jake returned from getting me some new clothes, a toothbrush, toiletries, and little thoughtful things he knew I'd be needing that made me want to cry because he knew without being told.

See why I had to love Jake? He was gentle in ways I didn't know I craved. Attentive in moments most people would overlook. He was so kind, loving and caring.

The new motel was small, almost tucked away from the world, sitting quietly on the edge of nowhere, and it was really far from the previous one.

Since we moved here, I felt more at peace. It was almost seven PM, and there have been no calls or texts from Kester yet.

Good.

body no longer felt like my own. I was cold and achy. My limbs were heavy Hike I'd been stitched together with lead. The pressure in my head was building, and my

help. A doctor. A hospital. Something stronger than Jake's kindness and this four-wall cocoon we were hiding

I murmured, propping myself up on my elbows. The room tilted slightly. My throat was dry, and my

He didn't answer immediately.

and his eyes still

last night. Completely absorbed in whatever was on that

smile. Hadn't even looked me in

than I was ready to

of it all, he seemed...

Maybe he just had some personal stuff to deal with. Maybe... Maybe I just need rest? Food? Medication? Warmth? God, the kind

already. I was at the peak

been on your phone all night

phone on the bed beside him a little too quickly, like he was guilty. "It's nothing. Just... personal stuff." He tried to smile, but the

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tense, I could

is going on with you? You've not been yourself all day. Talk to me, I sat up and leaned forward, the room spinning just slightly again. Are

was clenched, and his fingers curled tightly into the edge of the mattress. He was hiding something.

nothing, honey. Let's just... What would you