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.

unknown amount of time, her

was as if time spent with her

She smiled, took two steps back, and carefully looked at him for a while. “My skill isn’t too bad. In fact, it’s rather good, and

smiled as she spoke. Then, she took out a dry towel and flicked off the fine

a shower,” Grace said.

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 glanced down, he saw the scar on his

grown very shallow. However, every time

it, he would think of that woman.

who had abandoned him and his

the only thing he had left of

him away as he knelt and begged her not

head and pried his hands free.

shoved him aside so she could leave, he’d fallen

Jason’s memories didn’t

aside from what she wore, how her

transformed into a snarl, and

the metal he

had said that the metal had

to the left

been able to save his life at

he had told himself that that

his mother.

himself off.

father’s death, he stopped

anyone.

not have expectations, he

just

tap, wiped his body dry with a

walked out of the bathroom, his eyes fell

Grace. She was sitting at the table and seemed to be

something.

when had he started having expectations of her?

her smile,

happiness.

for those moments when she looked at him with

lit up the

“Jay”.

his name on her lips

you’re done washing up? I’ll help you blow dry your hair,”

of the table and saw some documents

side. They were… copies

original

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