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

while. “My skill isn’t too bad. In fact, it’s rather good, and

and flicked off the

go take a

to hot as he normally would. Warm water

scar had grown very shallow. However, every

he would think of

who had abandoned him and

this wound was the only thing he had left of her.

he knelt and begged her not

shaken her head and pried his hands

shoved him aside so she could

of rebar. Jason’s memories didn’t

aside from what she

had transformed into a snarl,

he

doctors had said that the metal had gotten very

a centimeter to

save his

had told himself that that

his mother.

walled himself

father’s death, he stopped having expectations of

anyone.

did not have expectations, he would

was just

the tap, wiped his body dry with

walked out of

sitting at the table

something.

he started having

her smile, looking forward to her

happiness.

she looked

and smiled. Her smile lit

“Jay”.

on her lips brought

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

to the side of the table and

on the table by her side. They were… copies of the record

original

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