Chapter 42

She combed his bangs gently with a comb, then began to trim

the hairs on his forehead bit by bit. All of her attention was

concentrated on the task at hand.

Jason watched her. The way she studied him, so focused on her

task.

That singular focus had served her well in her life-first with her

education and graduating top of her class at University and later

at Law School. And then in surviving prison.

Guilt stabbed at him.

He saw how she’d been abused in the time that he knew her.

What must her life be like behind bars, with no one to champion or protect her, and countless criminals coming after her all in the hopes of pleasing him?

She sucked in a breath and he hung on to that little sound.

Her mouth was pretty. Full lips, a bright smile.

She didn’t smile enough, he realized.

Her skin was still red, likely from the wind and cold, and though it

pinkened her cheeks and nose, it only enhanced her beauty.

If he looked hard enough, he could see that she’d been beautiful

once.

Her features carried symmetry and character.

But it wasn’t the outward appearance that drew him, but rather

what came from within.

This woman… she’d been the one to fight for him. To sacrifice so that he could have a roof over his head, warm clothes, and something good to eat. She’d asked for nothing in return.

And knowing that she appreciated him for him… awakened something inside him.

an unknown amount of time, her voice suddenly sounded in

as if time spent

smiled, took two steps back, and carefully looked at him for a while. “My skill isn’t

spoke. Then, she took out a dry towel and flicked off the fine strands of hair that were stuck to his face, neck, and on his

a shower,” Grace said.

set the shower to hot as he normally would. Warm water rushed over his body as he stepped in and lowered his head to rinse away any shorn hairs. As he

time, this scar had grown

saw it, he would think of that

abandoned him and his

thing he had left

pushing him away as he knelt and begged her not to

her head and pried his hands

so she

memories didn’t

the details of the day, aside from what she wore, how her

transformed into a snarl, and

metal he fell on pierced his

metal had gotten very

He was lucky, a centimeter to

able to save his life at

time, he had told himself that that woman

his mother.

himself

death, he stopped

anyone.

have expectations, he would never be

was just

wiped his body dry

his clothes. When he walked out of the bathroom, his eyes fell

sitting at the table and seemed to be looking at

something.

having expectations of

her smile, looking forward to

happiness.

when she looked

and smiled. Her smile lit up the whole room.

“Jay”.

the sound of his name on

dry your hair,” she said as she stood up to get

the table and saw

her side. They were… copies of

her original case.

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